I should have known I wouldn't turn out to be the only superhero in my family. Look what happens when you mate a woman who loves to write letters to the editor with a man who has a graphic novel addiction. You get Flash Gordon!
And how cool is my nephew? He's a superhero who has his own theme song. Granted it's from a truly horrific and terrible movie they made about his life - but nobody's perfect.
No need to thank me for the ear worm folks. Just doing my part.
In other news, I feel the need to publicly apologize to anyone who got sick while at RWA. For all of you who saw me, I felt fine! I just didn't have a voice. Then on Tuesday I woke up with a full-blown head cold. So was I incubating while at RWA? Am I Typhoid Wendy? I don't think so. But I still feel guilty as hell. Feel free to stick pins in your Little Wendy Voodoo Dolls.
I'm off work today, which means I hope I laze around and concentrate on getting healthy. Although I do have a project. I still have my collapsible crate full of books I picked up at RWA I need to do something with. The Boyfriend looked at me this morning; pointed to the crate and said, "Ya gonna do something with those?" To which I cattily replied, "Yeah, like you never leave anything lying around the apartment that I trip over."
Did I mention I morph into Psycho Bitch From Hell when I'm sick?
But he is right (don't tell him that though!). I need to get them cataloged on LibraryThing and put away properly. Which will be my project just as soon as I decide on whether or not I'm physically up to it. Lying on the couch and whining seems to be more my speed of late.