...fever/when you kiss me/ fever when you hold me tight/fever/in the morning/fever all through the night....
For those of you who thought Primarily Decorative has spent the last couple of 70+ degree days lying around in the sunshine half naked working on early tanlines, you'd be about half right.
It's my blog, and I'll whinge if I want to.
Best thing? Fever dreams. Worst thing? Fever dreams from which I consciously wake, remembering in vivid detail.
(You Give Me Fever; Peggy Lee)
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*shudder* I hate that. I've woken from fever dreams convinced that if I don't keep the tips of my left index finger and thumb together that I will die, and found my arm in one big cramp.
Get better, please. Spring is here, and you don't want to miss one minute of it.
Meanwhile, in Minneapolis? 200 feet of snow, today. Seventy degrees, grumble grumble grumble!!!
Thanks, Paul, yes, I'm a weenie in cold weather- can't wait for Naked Season; and sorry, Jon. I know I shouldn't complain about missing out on wonderful weather when some people are up to their assholes in snow.
...assholes in snow.
I now have a lovely visual of my ex ear deep in a snowdrift. That's what you meant by assholes in snow right?
*chuckles*
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