Spring Has Sprung...

Dear Petals,
Ah, with the glorious cherry blossoms and those daffy-dils comes the obligatory runny nose/coughing/aching/eyes of a basset hound cold. I suspect my daily encounters with the younger set have heightened my immune system to such a level, that only the most nefarious of germs make their way in. For what a wretched state I am in these days! All together now.....AWWWW! That's right, I am indeed the only one on this big blue marble who has ever suffered the way I am suffering right now. Kyoto Accord my ass! Let's get the G8 onto some more serious dilemmas! How is a girl supposed to keep up her fabulous ways when her eyes are puffed shut and her nose feels as though it's about to fall off?
Wait a moment...I don't have a cold! I think I am recovering from plastic surgery!?

Speaking of fabulous women, my dear friend Juan is coming out for a viz in August. I can't wait for you all to me him. DE-LISH! I am preparing my liver for his sojourn on my couch as we speak. Mothers lock up your sons... he's cute AND British! Lord help us.

My infinite apologies to all who have felt abandoned by yours truly, what with the plague and a chronic failing with my lappy, keeping up the correspondence has been a real trial. Kiss. Kiss.

Ol' Mondie is doing well. She has taken up Mountain Biking of all things. Bless the old girl. She raced out the door this morning on some fandangled contraption she called a Stinky, and said she'd be back from Ned's Atomic Dustbin at around 4pm. She is really losing it in her old age. Sweet pet.

I hope that the two-lips are nice on your end.
love love
Miss.C

PS. I broke a martini glass last night. It was full at the time. Could you bring over another?
M'wah!