Versatility, Thy Name Is Wilma

Today I was a banker. Tomorrow I will be a baker. Friday?

Maybe a candlestick maker.

Either way, I'm making some money. Money is good. It pays bills, allows me to shop online {evil, evil interweb making me charge things on my credit card} & does all sorts of other fab things that I can't think of right now cuz I'm fighting off some sort of crazay bug-like thingy. You know the type ~ sore throat, head stuffed with cotton, runny nose, cold hands... wait, I always have cold hands... well, whatever, you get the drift.

I'm off to lounge in the bath with book & a cup of tea laced with peppermint schnapps & then bed. Yes, I'm aware of the time. Don't bug me. I'm sick.