"It's not a Tuma"

You were supposed to say that like Arnold Schwarzenegger in "Kindergarten Cop" by the way...

But I do think I am dieing. I have had a Migraine for two days now. If my dad were around he would say "did you poop?". That was his cure for everything, somehow pooping made all his ailments better, that and whistling. *shrugs*

When I get stricken down with Migraines I take the time to think back on the last few days. Surely I did something that pissed God off because that is the only excuse to inflict this on a person. But I couldn't think of anything. I have been tirelessly Angelic in my comings and goings lately. So much so that when my daughter took a picture of me,,, my halo showed up,,, see:

..and that's rare people, God normally hides me from the heathens for fear of them grabbing my robe and disheveling my sparkling white wings.. And also because sometimes the Angelic music that plays from the heavens around me disrupts cell phone reception and he may want to order a pizza.

So this must be from a previous indiscretion, there's been a few of them in my past, like USING the address labels sent in the letter for a charitable organization and not donating to the charity....(that's just wrong, holding head down).

That's GOT to be it! There couldn't be anything else.


Please enjoy a sampling of the type of heavenly music that plays when I am around:





.......you can wake up now....it's over.....Smoochies from the sweetest of Angels you know (cough)