Is it weird that I still use Vicks VapoRub? It seems like a childhood remedy for some reason.
Whatever. I love me some Vicks.
In case it isn’t painfully obvious, I’m still fighting my cold. I’ve already gone through a box of Sudafed PE and will either start on the cold & sinus version of Tylenol or Advil tomorrow. My brain says to spring for the Advil because it works well, but my cheapskate, stubborn side says to either tough it out or save half the money and go with Tylenol.
We shall see.
You don’t have to tell me how thrilling this is. Trust me, I know.
I considered throwing up a black bar over Lucky’s eyes (a la identification protection), but I decided the creepy reflection added to the hilariousity.
Sooooo, this picture. It isn’t cute, it isn’t of high quality, it’s a bit creepy.
It makes me laugh.
Rob and I like to torture our poor girl with her squeaky bones. Well, Rob tortures her; I laugh. He’ll pretend to throw her toy, she’ll run after it, then he’ll squeak the toy, which he’s actually still holding. She runs back, then he really does throw her toy. At this point, inertia and slippery floors are carrying her one direction, and she tries to switch directions. This usually results in some Fred Flinstone action – you know, where Fred’s feet are going round and round before he actually gets going in the car.
I caught this photo during tonight’s torture session, and she was even more thrown off than usual when my flash went off.
Hence the, “What the fuck?!” look my dog is giving the camera, creepy eyes and all.
The to-do list of a book nerd
Goodnight, Charlotte.
I have a cold, so I’ve been riding the couch pony this evening. I just got out of a steamy shower and am wrapped in my fuzzy bathrobe, preparing to saddle up on the couch again.
But, because I heart you, Internet, you’re getting a lovely self portrait tonight, against my better judgment.
Speaking of hearts, I found my favorite Valentine’s Day candy in the store today. Brach’s Jube Jel Cherry Hearts. Phwoar!
