Randy
Mood:  not sure
Topic: It's all about me
My testicles are going to explode by the time I get home. There will be no visit from the hubby this year, on account of injury. Now I am glad that he's going to keep off his foot and keep it up while it heals. Gods know I don't want him any more broken than he already is. But now I've got a month left, surrounded every weekend by man candy, and little relief in sight. Oy...

I might have to get me a dart gun and find some helpless victim at Faire to aim it at. I mean, it's not like I can bring a bottle of Wild Turkey on site with me. Anybody know a good hypnotist?