Now I'm feeling guilty for writing about my preference to be called Miss over Ma'am. I mean, who really cares when there's September 11th and war and leukemia and food allergies.
I fret about the dumbest things sometimes. Actually, I fret about the most horrifying things most of the time. What's the Worst Case Scenario? That's what I get worked up about. I think that's why I like to grumble about fluff, it's an escape from WCS.
In other news, I gave Fruit Bat a harmonica today. I think I'm an idiotica. But, he was cute blowing on that thing like Sugar Blue.