oh quiver! I’m more featured than prime rib at an old folks home mother’s day brunch!

I have no idea where that simile came from and am not about to take it back now. i just woke from an impromptu nap on the couch upstairs. the last i remember i was dodging word by word thru the viscous prose of Chuck Palahniuk and fielding calls from work. I awoke an hour later smelling strangely of e.l. fudge cookies and vess root beer to find myself a veritable star of the stage screen st. louis blogging mafia.

i only wish i had found a better picture to display than that brooding tortured artist one. it’s terribly intimidating. ack.