Ever wake up with those 2 in the morning burning questions, like:
If a werewolf and a vampire were to bite each other, what would happen? I thought, undead with a real shedding problem.
My mom came up with the best so far, "A Vamp-wolf". Somehow, I picture Mae West with fangs. (Considering the popularity of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, guess it's not such a long reach.)
I was going to make the cookies I had mentioned this morning, rather than wipe myself out last night. I set all the dry ingredients out last night, so I would have it all ready in the morning. Husband asked what I was doing, and I said, "I am my own Sous Chef." Faking mortification, he grasped his heart, and said, "George, Bill, ANYTHING but SOUS!"
(In case you don't get the joke... Besides, I just love Johnny Cash...)
And, well, I will have the guitar STRUNG by Christmas... Husband did a little repair on the bottom rest for the strings (bridge?), and a cheater type repair for the top rest, (nut??), with some plastic risers he devised. With any good luck what so ever, I might, (knocking frantically on wood) be able to string the guitar and have it work today.
Gee! And D, B, A, and E, even!
Okay, that's enough... I don't want to run off all my friends! Heh...