Stroke of luck or gift from God...hand of fate or devil's claws....

There's a bunch of people online according to my little google talk box thingy and I really want to chat to them all cos I heart all my friends but someone has replaced my eyelids with those big weights that have 1 ton stamped on them that Wile E. Coyote is always trying to drop on Bugs but misses cos hes a pretty crap catcher-of-roadrunners and I can't keep my eyes open much longer just long enough to brush floss and listerine and tuck my bad self into my big empty lonely bed and dream sweet dreams of my imminent arrival home and all the kisses I am going to get from my nieces the two most precious angels ever to walk this earth aside from their brother who is too big and too cool to give his crazy aunty kisses, but not too cool to come and give her a cuddle when we're watching a scary movie or when he's really sleepy that's when he's at his cutest not long my angels before I can spoil you rotten with presents and love happiness is a family you both love and like.