Rain, rain, go away ...

I love you rain, but not when I have to walk in you, so stay gone, please.

I has idea.
I woke with idea,
it is good idea,
I told one person idea,
I'm going to call my father today and see what he thinks.
I may not tell any more until/if I actually embark upon idea.

I feel better, but my throat still looks terrible,
there's a high chance my ass may be back in the ER before the month is out,
let's hope not, yes?

I feel weirdly guilty for being sick at the same time as babybebop arrived,
but then, she's on the east coast, so it's not as if I were there,
and being prevented from seeing her due to strep.

I'm a little bit of amazed,
my spankypet and his wifey,
made a little person.
It's crazy, crazyawesome,
but still, fucking crazy.