October 10th, 2002

bundled up, walkabout, snow

Something weird's up...

I got a strange message, trying to post a comment to kittybane's journal. Since I'm too lazy to look up email addresses and like that, this post is for Kittybane, about her broken finger:

Oh sweetie! I'm sorry to hear about your finger. I don't think they would put it in a cast if you went to a doctor. I hear they don't even tape broken toes anymore. So splinting it is the best you can do for awhile.

Do you want to come over sometime this weekend and shower in our bathroom? I know the water pressure is sub-optimal in the big, huge shower, but if you need beter pressure, the hand shower in the big, huge tub kicks butt. There's plenty of room for two in either place, and if you like, we could play with my hair twister together. Maybe we could do you a Whoopi style for until your finger's healed?

Oh and, that darned deadbolt doesn't like my key either. I think the bolt doesn't like being moved, actually -- it acted very very stiff when I came over on Monday morning. I'm thinking of coming over to watch Buffy this afternoon, by the way, just so you aren't worried about the giant mouse at the front door. ;)