I keep calling my cats "you people." As in, "are you people ready for dinner or what?"
Note to self: Nobody appreciates being referred to as "you people."
I think the germs from my rotten tooth jumped down my throat when their toothsome residence got yanked out from under them, and took up residence. I now have a sore throat and a cold. Summer colds are a drag. What is it about being mildly sick that makes you think you should be able to just quietly read a book or write for a while, but then makes your brain just fuzzy enough that you can't quite concentrate? Hmph.
That's it. That's all I got.