Where's My Walker, Whipper-Snapper?

I'm exhausted. Don't know exactly what I did all day, but there you have it. I know I wrote, I know I cleaned, I know I fed a bunch of hungry people, I know that we did not solve the mystery of what the hell that thing is on Junk Drawer's blog. If I lose sleep over this thing, she's gonna owe me an ambien.

I'm sitting here in my uncomfortable (for a reason) computer chair and I'm ready do doze off. If I do, you'll see a screen that looks like this: AVMKDP{_jdjfauy...........KABOOM........djkdjfjjkjkjkjkkjjkjkjkjkjk{(&DYHUDISDKLS,,,,,,,,,,,,,.kdjilk........................(The KABOOM's are little hints to see if Margarete's still paying attention. We shall see, people...we shall see.)

My eyes are heavy and my pj's await me. I mean, my lingerie awaits....no tank tops and sweat shorts for me, nosireebob.

Tomorrow's a busy day. This fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants-sister is taking Surgery-sister home to her own place to finish recuperating. I figure it'll take most of the day. I'm tired just thinking about it.

So, I'm off. Tweet for me. Miss me in blogville. Plant a tree...whatever.

Later gators,
xoxo me.