Wednesday, April 1, 2009
If it's Wednesday, then I'm wondering......what? No wondering today, just randomness
Yeah, no wondering today. That just leads to thinking and that just leads to more thinking and pondering and well, I'm just not into that today. Really. No thinking, no problem solving, no questions, no answers. Just random musings rattling around in my mostly, filled with air, head.
My right eyelid is sore. It's red and irritated and sore. Could it be the new mascara that promised stiletto lashes but really is just as lame as every other stupid mascara?
I haven't moved Sissy's blankie from my bed since Sunday when she left. I like to smell it.
I have a love affair with my corn bag, which I just realized is really a rice bag. Duh!
I need to paint my toenails. I shouldn't walk around with just the big toe as the only one left with polish on. Tacky. Oh wait, I CAN be tacky. That whole TT thing.
It is actually painful to walk outside. Or look outside. This weather has to end or I am headed for a tanning bed. For reals. Don't judge me. I brown up so nicely.
What is Tuffy and K's status for real? Why do I feel compelled to know?
I like that Sissy won't sleep in her bed and will only sleep with us. I like her chubby little thigh flung over my leg and her face pressed into my cheek with her soft suck, suck sounds while she gently works the binky, and mostly the quiet little rattle her nose makes as she breathes due to the stray booger or two. I like when she wakes up and says "Prout?" (meaning Sprout channel). I like Sissy.
Kasey got out, I debated whether I should just shut the garage so he couldn't come home. I was talked down. No wait, I wasn't, I was encouraged to. Then I came to my senses. He came home and is a much happier dog. I'd think he had gotten lucky if I didn't know he's been fixed. I think he just needed a good long run.
I need a good long run.
My good long run on Saturday morning is supposed to be bitter cold. I hate running in the bitter cold. Too bad I already paid money. Crap.
My phone should start ringing any second with Splenda telling me he is 10 minutes out. Time to start Tacos for two.