Uti...

It's NOT an exchange hotbody from Brazil...

Yeah. It figures. I've got one day of vacation left--ONE day. I managed to accomplish a few things this last week I was proud of-- lots of Ladybug snuggling, the Jack & Teague story, a couple of trips to the park, a couple of visits with grandparents, I didn't kill the flippin' dog--all in all, I was feeling like a well rested and sane mommy yesterday morning... and what should sneak into my corpus and grab my urethra by the balls?

A-yup. Big U. Big T. Nasty little 'i'.

BLARGH...

Excuse me while I go to the bathroom... all finis...nope. Not yet. No. Gotta go one more... OWIE OWIE OWIE OWIE... and so on. I've taken the appropriate meds, but my step mom has a surprise party today and I've got to make potato salad and show up and I FEEL SO FUNKY. Besides the fact that the idea of leaving the house for longer than two and a half seconds makes wish we'd stocked up on Depends. (And I need a boatload of potatoes.)

Uhm, did I mention, BLARGH?

Anyway, so far J&T seems to have done the trick-- I've gotten some good feedback (thanks guys!) and I feel better and better about the progress of Rampant and... and... excuse me. I've got to go to the bathroom!

Okay, I'm back now.

Anyway, I was hoping that J & T had cured my desire to write Supernatural fanfic, but oddly enough, the guys are so different from the guys that J & T don't really fill that niche anymore. (Yeah, some of you could follow that...) Anyway, it's weird how much a single imagination can corrupt one original construct and twist it into another one--the human brain is a-freakin-mazing. Besides that, thanks to Knittech, I've got a raging desire to see what the Winchesters do with sockgnomes. If I can keep my sick little perversions out of it, I may post it here, because I have the feeling that an hysterical knitter, some moths from hell and a sockgnome bent on merino consumption could make for some damned good copy. Well, for a really select group of people with twisted senses of imagination and a taste for angst & veal, it could... uhm...

Oh god... gotta go pee... 'scuse me!

Okay, all back now. Did I mention the meds make it putrid-popping orange? Yeah. Sorry-- TMI!

Anyway, we DID take the short people to the park yesterday--for about two hours. It was BLISSFUL. They ran around forEVER--until they were so tired that I almost thought we'd lost them because they'd gone under the slide to sprawl like starfish and make bark-angels. (Uhm, yes, we bathed them when we got back, why do you ask?) And then we got home and all I can remember after that was checking a few blogs and going to the bathroom. A lot.

If ONLY Uti was a hotbody exchange husband from Brazil...