Happy, happy birthday to my sister Debbie, who turned 32 (I had to take a minute to do the math) today! The spud and I called and left a very off-key rendition of "Happy Birthday to youuuuuuu" on her voicemail.

I’m a total space cadet today. I was prescribed Antivert for my dizziness, and since one of the side effects of it is drowsiness, I put off taking the first dose ’til last night at 9. By the time I was done watching episodes 1 & 2 of The Amazing Race, I was beyond drowsy. I slept about an hour later than usual this morning, and then had to force myself to get out of bed and go work out. All day long, I’ve been sleepy, and I ended up taking an hour-long nap on the couch, though I never really dozed off. And I’m still spacey.

I’m starting to think that the dizziness – since I only suffer from it when laying down or sitting up, and then only for about ten seconds – is the lesser of the two evils.

The Amazing Race was pretty damn good. I didn’t take an instant dislike to any team in particular, except for maybe Wil and Tara. I like Paige and Blake, the brother and sister from Texas, and the Gutsy Grannies, of course. Ya GOTTA love the Gutsy Grannies, especially the fact that they’ve made it to show #3, when they were positive they’d be disqualified at the end of shows #1 and #2.

I have no idea who I’m going to end up liking the most – I know that at this point during the first Amazing Race, I liked Team Guido, so that tells you something right there.

After telling me over and over that she loves and wants Tubby, Nance tells me this morning that she’s changed her mind. Just ’cause he has the nasty habit of peeing on clothes and towels if we leave them on the floor. Damn! I was about ready to box his ass off and send him off to her, where he could sit in the corner of her kitchen on his back and make his annoying little "I’m starving to death. Meh. STARVING, I’m STARVING. Meh." noises.

Speaking of our weird-ass cats, Miz Poo has started playing a new game with Fred. If there’s a plastic bag on the floor of the library, she’ll lay on it until Fred comes along and starts dragging her around. She’d let him do it all night long if her portly ass didn’t keep sliding off the bag. Here‘s the evidence, in the form of a movie.

I think I’m going to drag my sleepy ass off to the living room and read, to get away from Himself and his annoying, loud-ass game.

See you tomorrow!