msfledermaus | *Squeeeekity squeeek squeak!!*

Much better now after some prolongued meditation with my rubber ducky and a book in the bath:) (It's amazing what a big blue bath fizzy with flowers in it can fix...) Also, my friend Phill, who's been very sick for about a month is back at work; shaky but getting better. We exchanged gifts and hugs and gossip this morning, and I'm dragging him out to lunch somewhere they have chicken soup. (He's still a fragilke fleur today:)
My gift was...brace yourself!!! a "Spooky"(tm)
Squeak toy, the "Thing what Squeeks" (check out Jhonen Vasquez, creator of "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac" for pictures.) It's short, it's pudgy, it's a skeleton,...with hair...sorta...and...it SQUEEEEEKS!!!!! I am now the terror of my department, the guy I've been dating will groan and cover his eys and yell, "WHYYYY?" and I am happier than any grown woman with a squeak-toy should be. *squeek squeeeeak squeakkk!!!* AAAhahahaaaa!!!*Squeek squeekitty squeeeak squeak!*
Nono, I'm not manic, really...don't look at me like that...:)

Ms Fledermaus, with quiet and humble gratitude for the people who care about her, and those of you who write...(ah luv you guys!!*squeek squeek*)