Sadly, I think I have temporarily run out of gross body things to talk about. I know, I know...what good am I?
And the only exciting thing I have to talk about is that after somebody (no, amazingly not me!) in my office finished off the girl scout cookies, I got a call from my friend Jen saying that they had a box for me! So I once again have Samoas. Now I just have to keep from eating the whole box.
Ah. And I have found an excuse for my not blogging. Teh Charlie will not allow the typing while he is resting. Which is most of the time. Clearly my wrist is the best place for his head.
Of course, it could always be worse.