My ankle is still swollen and bruised... my hand is still beautifully designed, thanks to the loverliness of henna (mendhi)... and my mother is still not quite sure what to do with me. Neither is.... um... a certain other person. Who can die, but not until talking has occured, and not with me, mamamonkey!

I am going to go to sleep, as I will be driving to Seattle tomorrow... maybe I'll go see a game of baseball, or wander around the Market... I love Pike's Market, es muy bonita... especially after long drives in small cars with annoying family members. mwah! I love you all. Call me on my home line and tell me how you love me!

---Meg'n