The Stars and the Cookie Jar

My wife ran away to the dentist. *spazzes out* I don't know which dentist, which just makes things more interesting. I would go and meet her and escort her home, or whatever, but I don't know where she is.

*wibble*

It's not the biggest deal in the world -- I think it'll amount to a couple of extractions, given the state of the teeth in question -- but I feel awful about it. And no one is on Instant Messenger so I can throttle them (nicely) and be all, like, ZOMG DID SHE TELL YOU WHERE SHE WAS GOING?

I spaz now.

See Selkie spaz. Spaz, Selkie, spaz!