Sigh. I have a cold. Do the germs not know that they are only supposed to attack me once a year? This is my third cold this year. The stupid germs are well over their limit.

I FINALLY spoke of Jill over AIM. She had no idea that I'd been worried about her. She's back in Detroit and back with Charlie, raising his kids. So, the conversation wasn't overly good. But, at least I can stop worrying.

On a more positive note:



I want a person sized frog. I'd probably run and scream at the sight of it. But it'd be fun.