I actually got a couple emails from that message I posted last night. Unfortunately, one of them was obvious. I received “I, like, read your blog” from my brother. I think he was on something when he wrote it, because the text of the message was “I read your blog, and I like toe-tally love it.” Sigh… Hehe. The other one was a surprise, though. An email from a lovely girl who helped out with PotterWar by translating Alastair’s site (I’d link to Al’s blog, but, um, no.) 🙂
Speaking of toe-tally loving it, as I was watching a hideously stupid movie last night, I pulled out my punching bag, sat on it, and proceeded to beat the heck out of it. (I still can’t hang it up because the deck is rotting and every time I punched the bag the entire deck shook. Either the wood’s bad, or I’m the next Wonder Woman. I somehow think it’s the first option. [Besides, gold arm bands really aren’t my forte.]) Anyway, as I was punching it, I started to wonder about all the great nick-names I’ve been given, and could get, thanks to having my big toe amputated. (Where did the connection come from between being big-toe-less and beating a punching bag? Boxing nick-names, of course. I can see it now, Heather “No-Toe” Lawver.) My all-time favorite, of course, is still “no-toe”. It just works so well. But then there are so many other options… Nifty Nine-Toes, Twinkle Toeless, The Toester (hehehe, think of the boxing outfit for that one, and the taunts…), the list goes on and on. Think of all the James Bond spoofs available. The Girl with the Golden Toe, License Toe Kill, BigToes Are Forever, The Toe Is Not Enough, and too bad I didn’t get another toe amputated, or I could have been Octoepussy, (and too bad that’s really close to a swear word.)
And as you can probably tell, I didn’t get much sleep last night, it’s been a long day, and I’m just a wee bit loopy.
I really should get to bed, but I feel like there was something I wanted to blog, but I’ve forgotten what it is. Now I’m sitting here, listening to the Beatles, trying to think of what it was… I’m stuck. I’m going to bed, maybe I’ll have a dream about it and I’ll be able to write it tomorrow. G’night.