Here I am. Someone is following me. I wonder? Is it you? Mrs. B? Is that you? I, certainly, am no one you want to tango with. Your type of games don't play with me. I do not play well with others. Nor do I tolerate the bad behavior of others. I have cat like reflexes with ninja style consequences. Go away, precious.....no one wants you, anyway.

I think I might unearth this blog. Perhaps it has been long enough for the smoke to clear....we shall see. Apparently, I am a member of a clique. Who knew that the ER would be much like a middle school only you get paid to attend. Well, it could be worse, I suppose. I could be NOT in the clique. That would suck, right Mrs. B....you know how that feels. That is why you are so nasty, because you were never on the inside so you have to make others feel small, because you are cold and lonely on the outside. It's an ugly place to be, I suppose.

My attention to detail is flawless. Be careful, friends....very very careful.