They're all questions I desperately want answers to. And I can't ask them. And they're driving me up the wall. And it's fun. ~g~
I made it through supper without making my mum ask me if I'd at last been reading Jostein Gaarder, though.
("No, mum, this one's spelled with a 'y'..." ~grins @ G~ I like it. I know you know I like it. But I *like* it. Oh, and you wait until you hear what ACS's One True Love had to say on the phone this morning...~thunk~)
Er...don't mind me. No, really.
And in no way was I bouncing around the house going "We talked! For ten minutes! Yay! We talked! For ten minutes! Yay!" when my Nan arrived. No. Of course not. ~g~
PS Oh for god's sake! Did a Google search for "Serophia", which is a song I'm desperately trying to find the origins of, and got all that and that really helpful question right there. No, I did *not* mean to. But thanks for further absenting my coherence this evening...
~g~ It's a conspiracy! Who cares? It's fun!