dangers of typing -- or why I heart liz

I like to joke about all the typing I do. and when I have LOADS of it to do, I like to say that i'm going to type my fingers down to bloody stumps. today, while emailing liz (I have to keep my sanity somehow!) I joked that THIS time I wouldn't even have stumps left:

"all right, back to my typing. I'm seriously trying to get rid of the bloody stumps...work my fingers literally OFF my hands. wouldn't that be great?! then I would just have clubs.
awesome."



And here was her response:

"You could be the next big time super hero!! It’s a bird, it’s a plane! Nope, it’s MAD Marie!! She swings, she punches, and with the heart of an angel, fights crime without the pesky interference of fingers!! Though she can’t grab onto a falling person in distress, or sign autographs, you should see her punch through walls of pure steel and concrete! And, with legs that run like the wind, blink and you’ll miss her in action!!!"