#350: OTHER PEOPLE'S STUFF
Being sick sucks. I have been stuck in the house for two days with intermittent nausea, chills, headaches, back pain, and skin that feels achey as though it's sunburned. Even though the vet told me that my cat's upper respiratory virus was not transmissable to humans, I am dubious. The cat is obviously at fault. How could the copious amounts of snot he snorted into my face not affect me? Of course, now that I feel like an aching lump of old oatmeal, Oskar's fever has finally broken. Jerk.
When my sinuses are swollen, my brain is no good, so today I'm sending you off into the blogosphere with the following list of decent reading to carry you through your Tuesday afternoon. (The slightly lighter quoted bits of text in the sans-serif font are links to the actual entries).
"I sit down on the stairs and gaze forlornly at my unopened wine bottle. And then someone behind me starts giving me a crap neck massage and telling me how good it feels. And it doesn't. And then two car crashes of personalities collapse half dressed on my knees, and I shift slightly, in an attempt to avoid the majority of bodily fluids if, or when, they come."
"We ended up in a position where our feet were suspended in the air over our heads, all the while focusing on r e l a x i n g. The room is perfectly quiet. I can feel the positive energy flowing and I'm becoming one with something and such.
Out of the silence, suddenly, with no warning, comes the most offensive sound from Robyn's posterior. FFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Oh. Dear. God."
"I was wrong. Our pet has turned out to be a yowling spoiled demon, a petulant two year old stuffed into a cat suit."
One little thing about the new kitten, Oskar... The other night, he sat in front of the computer monitor making scooping motions from the screen to his mouth. I wasn't moving the mouse arrow and the images on this site are static, so it took me a while to figure out what he was trying to do. Oskar thought that the fly image at the upper right was a real fly.