Silence.

That's all that comes out.

Upstairs, though, in that lump of wrinkled grey, there is a terrible clatter and rustle and such noise as cannot be conveyed with mere words.

It just doesn't translate into anything I can share.

{PS! CONGRATULATIONS! to the lovely AMZ on the new rock on her finger. I wish I could be there!}

{Also! Why is it that as soon as I get online, within five minutes everyone on my messenger programs goes "Away" and stays that way. Do I smell or something? Seriously.}