I guess hubby was right about the dangers of using
Vaxascab on that cut, because now I think I'm suffering from brain tooth.
Prescott Pharmaceuticals , you will be hearing from my lawyer. And you better be damn glad that I didn't end up with pulmonary weevils!
Okay, now that I've garnered your pity, I just want to remind everyone that you guys only have until Friday to vote over at the Feeling Love Awards. I'm honestly not trying to push my fic on anyone, but I know that I do have some lovely readers out there who might think it is worthy of winning an award. After so many runner-up plaques, I'd like a first place, darn it. :P However, if there is something else that you guys feel is better fit for that title, I totally understand. Winning ain't everything, after all. I'll be happy as long as I know you are reading and enjoying something I've written. (((hugs)))