Glad to hear about the headache - or rather, its absence. When they hang around that long you could almost get tempted to name them, couldn't you? Hubby gets three-day headaches, but he forgets that he does; each time it happens it's "new."
It's a shame to call our green land a war zone, but redhen has showed us that it must be regarded in that light. She has returned acts of thoughtfulness with cunning, so until she is completely won over, I feel we must remain on our guard and give no quarter.
As for Count Deercula, I suspect that our assembled numbers last night may have been the reason that he remained in the shadows. With all the wit that was flashing around, the brightness may have made him feel a little green around the gills, so he didn't dare step into the light. Seeing gree-- I mean, redhen, being so tame in the presence of so much greenness probably cooled his fervor, too.
