Well, last chance for SOMETHING. I have cards here. Which I swear to God I’m sending out this week (although it’s a snowstorm today, and I’m working tomorrow, so they may only be sent out on Friday). If you wanted a card from me, and you haven’t sent me your address yet, well, come ON!

This is just my special holiday way of saying even if you’ve sent me your mailing address a thousand million times before and even if I’ve actually MAILED you something in the past there’s no guaranteeing that my organizational skills have progressed to the point of actually SAVING your address so unless you sent me your address within the past two weeks your best bet is to send it again. To louiseDOTmATgmailDOTcom. With something in the subject field that would indicate that you actually do want a card from me. Otherwise you may end up with nothing. NOTHING! And I wouldn’t have had the chance to send out my own contribution to the landfill!

Speaking of emails and such some very lovely people have emailed me and I swear I want to write back but at the moment? My arm is so frickin messed up (as soon as my health card comes I’m going to the doctor I swear it) that it’s taking all I have just to type this. It’s so weird. My thumb and forefinger are constantly pins-and-needlesy. And my shoulder is constantly sore. I’ve been popping super monkey tylenol like they’re jelly tots (mmmmmm, jelly tots… oh my LORD I love jelly tots. The best flavour is green) and I still have to take muscle relaxants so that I can actually get to sleep. Rob isn’t even allowed in the bed until after I’m asleep because it HURTS if he jostles me (and I actually say that. “YOU’RE JOSTLING!”). Oh, but he’s gotten his revenge– last night?

HE TAPED ME WHILE I SNORED.

I can’t believe it. Soon you’ll be able to download my SNORING SOUNDS.