I'm a clinical trial alumnus who lives with multiple sclerosis, a husband, two dogs and two cats, while diving headlong into menopause. I've been accused of having a potty mouth and am OK with that.
I've had my propeller cap on all day and it's snug and getting tighter because my head is actually swelling because I've been kicking some major geek-a** projects (I rawk). So, the hat's coming off, I'm gonna eat some lunch, then pull together some (fun electronic) things to sell after having discovered them buried deep in the closet while hunting for Christmas socks.
