My e-mail inbox got full today, while I was busy putting out fires started, passive-aggressively, by Mister MacFarland and his spawn. A woman's work is never done, and you can never have enough storage space on disk...
If you've sent me anything since around 5:30 this afternoon - central time, of course - please do resend it. I am pining away to hear from you.
Posted by Queenie at October 27, 2005 09:19 PM | TrackBackI find the scent of pine strangely exciting, taking me back as it does, to my days frolicking through the woods, with other nymphs.
Posted by: Bane at October 27, 2005 10:28 PMThere goes that Mr. MacFarland. Allays filling the box. I used to get paid for that. No mo!
Posted by: Velociman at October 28, 2005 12:03 AM