What Manner of Beast Are Ye?

This is what I say to my belly all day long whilst I am feeling various lumps and bumps, some of which move, and some which don't. I can't make heads or tails of it. (<---- that was a funny joke!) There are some bits which are definitely a foot... or an elbow, hand, or knee. And there are some which are definitely either a head or a rump. But it's very difficult to tell which is which. What manner of beast are ye, indeed?

It took 8 days (9 if you count today as a recovery day for me) for us all to work through the cold that began with Saren. For my part, I took a ton of vitamin C and drank much orange juice and ate a couple of oranges when it was coming on, and I believe it was a lot better than it could have been, despite my being pretty miserable yesterday. Both Harper and Pat still have yucky lingering coughs, but I think I'm going to be able to avoid that, mostly. Maybe I'll get some of those gummi bear vitamin C's and ply the girls with them next time an illness comes along.

The other day I shaved my legs (just the bottom) dry because I was in a hurry and I had forgotten to do it in the shower. Sometimes I am so not a girl. And now I'm paying for it with the itchiest legs this side of the Rio Grande. Never, ever do that. And never put salt in your eye.

Also, I forgot to take a picture of me and the girls in all our pink glory! We are going to a Christmas party tomorrow, so maybe they will want to wear their pink again and then I'll take a pic. The thing for my grandparents went well, even though I started to get a headache toward the end due to having my hair pulled back and my cold just beginning. The idea of the thing was that people would stand up and say nice things about my grandparents. I had written a little thing for them, which I was trying to get out of reading in front of 100 people. In the end, I went ahead and did it though. My voice was shaking and I'm quite sure I looked and sounded like a dork, but I had a few people nicely come up to me and say that I did well (they could probably tell that I needed to be reassured that I hadn't made an ass out of myself), and I really did like what I wrote. My grandparents liked it and that was the most important thing anyway.