Here I am like a lioness in the grass, waiting for the migration of the wildebeests. I patiently wait, for I must choose my prey carefully. I look for the slowest, most utterly helpless and incompetent member of the herd, and then I attack! Opal!
I'm glad your arms is feeling better, Opal. Me, too. I think the worst part was feeling so utterly helpless. Yeah, it must've been awful not being able to do all the things you usually do. No, I liked that part. I'm talking about having to eat your "cooking".