Gnight? I'm not going to bed. I'm going to work. Don't tell Bill though. He might get mad and ground me.
Oh. Are you sick? You get better! Two heaping scoops of ice cream and off to bed with you. Call me in the morning.
Not quite sure really. Just stuffed up nose and some crud in my throat. No cough, really. Clearing my throat tends to get the crud loose. No sore throat either. Here? Yep. Doesn't seem like we get to have this much fun very often anymore.
Such a wrinkly old codger, Bill. I should head to sleep. Goodnight Bill, JoAnna, and whoever else is in here. Goodnight, moon.
I've got a question for you fine ladies and gents: Do you name your razors? I saw a thread across the street that kinda has me curious.
