Attention citizens of Blogland - we now return you to your regularly scheduled smartass. We apologize that yesterday's blog was apparently overtaken by an uncontrollably morose interloper from the planet Zoloft, Stardate PMS 8/05.
The ruling party of Interrupting Cow, Her Majesty Queen Moolonia the Great, wishes to issue the following statement:
"Thank you all for your kind words of concern, healing, and for the wisdom of that weird Turkish guy who wanted me to PLEASE SEND MY PERSONAL EMAIL INFORMATION TO HIM RIGHT NOW THANKYOUVERYMUCHYESPLEASE! Thankfully, everyone slept in their own beds last night with little or no crying or psychological meltdowns. The condition that temporarily overtook me was apparently nothing that nachos couldn't fix (or at least patch over - sort of like congealed cheese caulk for the psyche), and for that we thank the brilliant Rachel FranKOUGAHHHHH. If that makes no sense to you, well, you're just not as cool as you wish you were. Please resume your normal daily activities - nothing more to see here."
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I see I wasn't invited to the Nacho's fest last night. Bummer. You guys better call me next time. Oh right. I was the one home with the babies last night (Curt went out too.) Okay, now I need drugs.
Mel...I am from the planet Celexa, Stardate PMS 08/04...Guess we're on a similar schedule. Glad you're feeling up to your old smartass self. LMAO at the Turkish guy!
I'm glad the nachos helped! Did a Turkish guy really contact you?
"congealed cheese caulk for the psyche"... ROFLMAO. That is the pperfect description of "The Nacho Effect". LOL.
Lova ya, Milhouse!
~Hamster
We've all been there...blathering like crazy,thinking the world is going to end. Then the next day you're too embarrassed to get out of bed.
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