The three squids are named Bronk, Eye, and Tuss. They are the Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos of the marine cephalopod set. Luckily, my favorite relative, Auntie Bee Otics, is coming to stay with me for the next five days. She eats squids like that for supper . . . and they’ve been fried to perfection in my ravaged lungs.
Calamari, anyone?
Oh, poor thing. You're still sick?
Hopefully your Auntie Bee Otics will take better care of you than my Aunt Flo takes care of me.
Feel better.
Your learning is so lightly worn that you are an exemplar to us all,
Happy coughing!
C
Ugh - I am just now recovering from my squid invasion. Luckily, I did not have to call on the powers of Auntie Bee. Large quantities of Nyquil with a red wine chaser did them in at last.
In other news, my publishers LURVED the store and went home very happily with many new lamps, bowls, scented incence sticks and other new found treasures. They were sorry to have missed meeting you, and think you are a genius.
I was thinking more of oysters. Hopefully Goblin has donned her nurse outfit and will be assisting Auntie in the healing process.
Damn squid. Why they wanna crawl out my nose like that?
Karen: Aunt Flo is a good-for-nothing.
Campbell: Would that this were true.
Broadsheet: I am a genius, although this fact is widely known only by publishers and not by authors.
David: Goblin was wearing her half-shorn sheep outfit this week, sadly.
Goblinbox: If I were in your nose, I would want to crawl out, too.
