xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

I had a raunchy dream about you this morning.

I said in the last post (the one before the whiny one) that if anyone wanted to come they should PM me, and I meant it. I'm sure if you looked up directions to my place on Google Maps, it'd tell you to swim the pacific to Newfoundland, then drive (in your amphibi-car, of course!) to Montreal, etc, etc... so no whingeing about not being invited, Mister I'd-Come-If-I-Were-Invited.

Apart from that, the only thing I can say is that you must be talking about the Scottish Loser of the Year awards, which, of course, I couldn't qualify for (well, my grandmother was born and raised in Edinburgh; does that count?).

Blah, blah, blah, I win, you lose, and you love it. xoxo

P.S. Happy xmas!