Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech
May. 25th, 2006 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aamusedinatxBlech! That is the scientific term, by the way, for "I have Rum Tongue." You know that dry, fuzzy feeling your tongue gets post mojito. Maybe you don't. Trust me on this, I do.
I woke to a cat nose in my face. Apparently Sammy felt the need to check and see if I was still breathing. Based on the disgusted look on his face when I opened my eyes, I was breathing in a rather noxious way. I was perfectly willing to get up and brush my teeth right away, but I was still pinned down. Frankie was apparently cold and had managed to crawl under the comforter and atop the blue fuzzy blanket she loves so much and settled in for a nice sleep right in the V of my crotch. She stretched from my pubic bone to my knees. How can a small, lithe, 9lb feline be so long?! As I contemplated how best to move her and me without getting sliced to ribbons the dog sensed I was awake and scampered up to the head of the bed to drop her soggy ball on my arm. (At least she didn't drop it in my face like yesterday).
Last night's feast and comedy was relaxed and quite fun. The animals behaved rather well (other than the canine mooch who gave a command performance of how she was starving to death ON THE SPOT if we didn't give her some chicken quesadilla). I have converted yet another mortal to the humor that is Eddie Izzard. It was fun to see spontaneous laughter from a guy who is fairly cautious and reserved for all that he's intelligent and funny. The mojitos were good and the fresh mint heavenly. The night was not too cool and so I had the doors and windows open and everything smelled of fresh salt air to combine with the mint. I'm pretty sure the quesadilla was a success as he went back for seconds. I think I'm going to have some of the left over for lunch today.
An 8pm email from the Enigma said good night as he crawled into bed with a migraine :( For four years I've tried to get that boy to go to the doctor for an Imitrix prescription. Today he's actually ready to consider it. (I won't hold my breath.) He feels like crap today so we scrapped lunch plans. I'll probably wander up later this afternoon and we'll visit over coffee. I have a lot of sympathy for him at the moment. I know how bad my migraines get and I do not wish them on anyone, much less someone I love.
I've been tagged and need to give some thought as to unusual or weird facts about myself. Fair warning. I'll post that in a bit. But first I need more coffee!
I woke to a cat nose in my face. Apparently Sammy felt the need to check and see if I was still breathing. Based on the disgusted look on his face when I opened my eyes, I was breathing in a rather noxious way. I was perfectly willing to get up and brush my teeth right away, but I was still pinned down. Frankie was apparently cold and had managed to crawl under the comforter and atop the blue fuzzy blanket she loves so much and settled in for a nice sleep right in the V of my crotch. She stretched from my pubic bone to my knees. How can a small, lithe, 9lb feline be so long?! As I contemplated how best to move her and me without getting sliced to ribbons the dog sensed I was awake and scampered up to the head of the bed to drop her soggy ball on my arm. (At least she didn't drop it in my face like yesterday).
Last night's feast and comedy was relaxed and quite fun. The animals behaved rather well (other than the canine mooch who gave a command performance of how she was starving to death ON THE SPOT if we didn't give her some chicken quesadilla). I have converted yet another mortal to the humor that is Eddie Izzard. It was fun to see spontaneous laughter from a guy who is fairly cautious and reserved for all that he's intelligent and funny. The mojitos were good and the fresh mint heavenly. The night was not too cool and so I had the doors and windows open and everything smelled of fresh salt air to combine with the mint. I'm pretty sure the quesadilla was a success as he went back for seconds. I think I'm going to have some of the left over for lunch today.
An 8pm email from the Enigma said good night as he crawled into bed with a migraine :( For four years I've tried to get that boy to go to the doctor for an Imitrix prescription. Today he's actually ready to consider it. (I won't hold my breath.) He feels like crap today so we scrapped lunch plans. I'll probably wander up later this afternoon and we'll visit over coffee. I have a lot of sympathy for him at the moment. I know how bad my migraines get and I do not wish them on anyone, much less someone I love.
I've been tagged and need to give some thought as to unusual or weird facts about myself. Fair warning. I'll post that in a bit. But first I need more coffee!
