Tam texted me this morning to check in:
TAM: How are you doing today, hon?
BON: Feel vaguely pistol whipped. *hug* yay, meds
TAM: Guess that’s to be expected need lunch or anything? drive you somewhere? Fight ninjas?
BON: I think I am alright for now. still sore. cotton headed. No ninjas to be seen. Lots of hedges tho.
TAM: Ingenious! kk, let me if there’s anything i can do. 5 mins away, you know.
*sniff*
/wipes tear
An old “The Tick” Reference! It does my geeky heart good!
mixing my Tick metaphors
I’m gonna throw a chimney at the kitten-strangling spidery broads of your Dewey decimal system-hating dental foes! Cossack! Knead! Steam! Take that!
/is very pleased at your new BFF icon
Re: *sniff*
Those wacky ninjas. They’re more afraid of you than you are of them, really.
Take care of yourself, love. If there’s anything I can do, send a carrier pigeon and I’ll do it. 🙂
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