Dear Dr. Bill,

Today you wrote earlier in this thread:

Aside: Keiva you are still Public Enemy #1.

And now you just wrote:

None of Your Business, Keiva. You are not welcome here.


I had finally gotten WW down for the night, completely secure [or so I thought], tied up in her little bed. I myself, sitting very quietly in front of her laptop screen, took a quick, and very unconcerned glance through this thread out of idle curiosity, but the little devil had pulled out her hidden telescrope, read the thread along with me, and now she is cackling uncontrollably and shouting, "Three cheers for Dr. Bill!" over and over.

Thanks a lot, comrade. Do you have any idea how long it takes to calm her down once she gets going?

Bedlam regards,
WW's Nursie