* * * Not only am I still stricken with a horrid cold – although I was running a temperature of 101� last night, which according to Fred sounds more like the flu – and not only am I having my period (which is weirdly light this time around. You’re welcome), but I am beset with the worst case of pimples in recent memory. Of course, that’s not really saying much, since I’m not all that pimple-prone, but the pimples that have popped (ha!) up over the last week have been noteworthy in that they appear in the places most likely to catch the attention of passersby. Currently, I am sporting a zit on the END OF MY NOSE, and another one on my forehead, that is red and angry, with no head in sight. Between the zit on the end of my nose and the redness caused by wiping my nose every 64.5 seconds, I look like friggin’ Bozo.

“Why, god? Whyyyyy?”
I’m happy to report that my cold is traveling down my body, probably with hopes of setting up camp in my lungs, so I’m looking forward to coughing up great gobs of phlegm for the next few days. Maybe I’ll even develop bronchitis or pneumonia. Oh, a girl can dream…
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1. What is your most prized material possession? You know, nothing really comes to mind. If the house caught on fire, as long as Fred, the spud, and all the cats were out of the house, I’d be willing to let it all burn. If the house were to burn down, I think I’d miss my photo albums the most, so I guess there’s the answer. 2. What item, that you currently own, have you had the longest? It’s a tie. It’s either this stuffed frog:
(His name is Kermit, and I got him when I was 5 or 6), or this quilt, on the side of the chair:
My mother made it around the same time, and it’s my favorite of all the quilts we own. My mother thinks it’s horrible and hideous and is aghast that I still have it, but I love it. 3. Are you a packrat? Not at all. I may have packrat tendencies, but I fight them pretty successfully. That’s not always a good thing, though – there are things I’ve gotten rid of that I wish I still had, but that’s what happens when you don’t have a huge attic to store things in, I guess. 4. Do you prefer a spic-and-span clean house? Or is some clutter necessary to avoid the appearance of a museum? I think that a little clutter is necessary, but we don’t really like too much clutter around here, so it’s a delicate balance. 5. Do the rooms in your house have a theme? Or is it a mixture of knick-knacks here and there? It’s pretty much a mixture of knick-knacks here and there, though I guess the overall theme would be “cats”, with an underlying theme of “yellow” and “smiley faces”.
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This is what happens when there are a bunch of cats, high on catnip, laying around feeling high, and a slipper is somehow thrown into the blinds, making a very loud sound. Not that we would ever do such a thing. Heh.
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Our back yard has turned rather swampy over the past week of what seems like constant rain. It’s gotten so bad that the library floor, which is hardwooded, is covered in muddy little footprints, and this after I cleaned the floor Wednesday. Fancypants has started sitting by the patio door, meowing to be let in, because he doesn’t want to walk through the sopping-wet grass. I don’t let him in, though, because I’d rather have muddy footprints on the hardwood floor than the beige rug in the living room.
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The bird feeders were filled Monday. This picture was taken yesterday – note the almost-empty feeders. This is where Miz Poo sits for many hours a day, making chattery sounds at the birds. Birds, birds, everywhere. And they look malevolent, as if they’d like to peck your eyes out, don’t they? This was pretty cool, I thought – I happened to take the pictures as something startled them, and they all flew off.]]>