Armed with Pointy Sticks

C is For...

C.  C is for Cats, and Cold (it's been cold), and Cookies (Heather, you need to email me something, remember?), and Cuddles, and Color (the Kaffe Stripe is coming along swimmingly, pictures on the way).  And Cocoa (to stave off the Cold), and Cinnamon Candy, and Cut (as in hair Cut)

But mostly, C is for Chris.

He's been away all week and he gets home tonight.  The Cats are good company for short times, but no substitute for my favorite C.

Sick, Sack, Suck

Home sick today.  I don't know exactly what it is.  I'm sore and achy, and a little light headed.  Much better than this morning though.  This morning I called work, left two messages, and crawled back under the covers to die until noon.  Motrin and fluids have left me a bit more normal.

I've been knitting, watching the DVR, and poking around blogs this afternoon.   Check it out:

The Recipe For Ericka

3 parts Attractiveness 2 parts Intuition 1 part Devilry Splash of Charm Shake vigorously

What's the Recipe for Your Personality?






Well, now I am ready to crawl out of my own head.  Chris is on business, and the cats are a little put off that I've been home all day.  Don't I know that they have lives too?  So the only thing that will keep me in the house tomorrow is two broken legs and a complete lack of medical attention.  This is what happens when I get lonely.

I think I'm going to go out and do something drastic.  An hour out of this house will do me good.  Of course, that means I have to go clean off my car.  Just another thing that makes me miss Chris when he's gone.

Caturday

It's all right, baby Moose.  I know how you feel.  I know how you feel.

Don't Drive Angry!

Stupid Groundhog.