I'm also feeling like donkey shit this fine rainy morning. Seriously... I wanted to die about 8pm last night... I hate being sick. HATE IT! Nothing is helping... I spent 20 bucks on cold medicine yesterday and am going out today to buy some Advil Cold and sinus, because as I recall from January's many illnesses, that seemed to help. I went home a wee bit early yesterday; and attempted to eat spicy stuff to open up the ol' nasal passages. I tried jalapeno chips... but nothing. So I made stir fry veggies and rice and used a buttload of pepper and tabasco... my mouth was freakin on fire... and I think it just made the situation worse. Arg.
Man... I so have nothing to say today... If I wake up one more morning to find that the asshole cats have dug my yarn out of my crochet basket and chased it around all of the living room furniture I am seriously going to be making cat pate'. I put a towel on top of it and they still found it. Not to mention that ben has dragged the chenille blanket off the chair the last two nights and done disgusting things to it while we were sleeping. He goes through phases like this where for a few days nothing is sacred and he will mate with anything... but then is fine for a long time. What's wierd is the little jerk is fixed, I don't get it.
Anyhoo, I am going to go into work for a while... hopefully at least half the day before I start waving my white flag around.
My cousin, who totally reminds me of Alex P. Keaton, but in a good way :-) just got this tattoo on his leg. Uh oh, you are coming over to the dark side Geary!
Aaron's lap is his favorite place to be.