Approximately once every ten minutes for the rest of the evening, James was treated to a screaming Ursula charging through the house (usually accompanied by the cat, who thought it was race time) yelling "SHITSHITSHIT!" although whether as an expletive or a description, I'm not entirely sure myself. Eventually I closeted myself in the bathroom with a seed catalog and my misery. I have a wishlist for several thousand dollars in bulbs, and the cleanest colon this side of the Mississipi.
-ursulav is ursulav (Honestly, what more can you say?)
At least Context didn't need a prostate exam: http://ursulav.livejournal.com/511567.html