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So there I was… naked, running with scissors…

Stompy.  I was SOOOOOO stompy.  Throwing blankets and sheets down to be washed.  Stomp.  Stomp.  Stomp.  David and Rissa exchanging “What the hell is happening?” looks below in the kitchen. The panic had beset me while still in bed.   I’d looked up at the ceiling with the skim coat of drywall compound taunting me –…

Out of the mouth of Rissa…

“Agnes the camel has three humps…” “Agnes the camel?” “Yes.” “O….kay…” “Agnes the camel has three humps…  Wallace the camel has two humps…” “You don’t remember the actual song, do you?” “No.” “It’s Alice the camel, although I have to say that I prefer Agnes now…” “Well, obviously.” “It’s Alice the camel has 10, 9…