cootie drank it.

I've felt similarly about Horaces. Here a Horace, there a Horace, everywhere a Horace Horace. Horaces in my waking dreams, Horaces in my sleepy dreams. In the library - not even the Classics section. Some days I wake fevered, thrashing around, shabby-chic ric-rac trim (look,it was a gift, OK?) in my teeth and pillow feathers settling softly all about me. I read books with only the words Horace Horace Horace repeated until the end. Where it doesn't say THE END, it says THE HORACE. My dinner-time peas tumble off the serving spoon and spell out Horace. One time I saw a grain elevator with ORA on the side and I KNEW that if i walked all the way around it I would see an H and a C and an E. It was strange but I think the difference is that I know exactly what gets into me.

Amanda, you crack me up.

pcb, pcb, pcb.

So you're now Wally and not Sparky, then?

Well, yes and no.

Sometimes I feel the same way.

Mandy, you bad sister. Bad sister.

I'm sorry. I love you Coots. Just testing to see if you actually read Wally's blog.

Oh. Does this mean she doesn't?

I read it earlier today but held my tongue until now. nice A, real nice. Laura is correct.

no I'm a good sister, I am. Just ask my other sisters.

You two are so funny. I love you guys.

Add one more........we named our GPS lady who has a British accent, Hermione. She gets very tight-lipped when Mr. Bob ignores her directions and she has to say, "Recalculating" again and again.

That's Hermiones for you. Mr. Bob just needs to assert himself.

I wanted Harry to end up with Hermione. I never warmed up to that other girl.