cheerbomb Uncle Enore and scare the bugs out of his foot!

How is the foot?

and be gone, bugs!

...with this mornings sortie, I think I can mark this as done.

Ah hope dem bugz iz runnin’ if dey know wuz good f’dem

Take that, nasty bugs!

I’ve got my 8th cheer ready for his (your) next witty, insightful or pleasingly filthy post.

I forgot this morning and cheers’d a whole bunch of other folks, HOWEVER… Uncle, if you’re reading this, I want you to know that during my retreat on Sunday, while I was receiving a Reiki treatment, I thought of you and your foot, and tried to send the healing energy your way.

_{BTW, it’s okay if you’re rolling your eyes at me. You won’t shake my faith in the power of positive thought :o)}

Dispatched half a dozen his way today, armed to the teeth and guaranteed to strike terror into the hearts of foot-bugs, and will be back with more when I have ‘em!

I think I did it… booga booga booga (that’s mojo is what that is)

...but nevertheless my 4 cheers should still help raise a healthy total

...but I gave him ALL my cheers (a measely three).
Hope it helps, Unc. You got my sympathy.