bite-sized fewmets, plus cheese. |
because they have yet to invent ex-lax for bad cases of word constipation |
One resorts to reading ridiculously nostalgic ebooks when one is yet again stuck in bed with a fever. One then realizes how dense one used to be in not having noticed how many black-haired-squinty-eyed-Indian comments there were in those good old Nancy Drew books. And how the Nancy-Ned, George-Burt, Bess-Dave lovey-dovey pairs just had to team up each time they went “investigating”.
Oh, and one’s download of the Eleventh Doctor’s Christmas Special just finished. So ta, Nancy.
P.S. Kate Beaton eez teh rox.