Divine Comedy: Milla
Hatful of Rain: Del Amitri
Liz Phair: Liz Phair
Tigerlily: Natalie Merchant
3 Sides: Bob Guiney)
So I sat down at my computer and threw a bunch of random songs into a playlist in iTunes, and then burned them to a disc. It ended up being a really good bunch of songs to listen to when you’re driving too fast down country roads and in the mood to sing at the top of your lungs:
Goodbye Time: Blake Shelton
Probably Wouldn’t Be This Way: LeAnn Rimes
Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy): Big & Rich
Me and Charlie Talking: Miranda Lambert
California: Phantom Planet
The Blower’s Daughter: Damien Rice
She’s Gone: Hall & Oates
El Cerrito Place: Charlie Robison
Over & Over: Nelly & Tim McGraw
Always on my Mind: Willie Nelson
With or Without You: U2
Leave (Get Out): JoJo
Anymore: Travis Tritt
Breakaway: Kelly Clarkson
And it also happened to be the exact perfect length for the trip to and from the shelter. I started it as soon as I pulled out of the driveway, and the last song ended when I pulled back into the driveway.
The only problem is that now I have California playing on repeat in my brain, and I can’t make it STOP.
California here we come
Right back where we started from
Californiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Californiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Oh, Caaaaaaaaaalifooooooooorniaaaaaaaaa
(You’re welcome)
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I finally got off my ass yesterday and got the last month’s worth of pet store kitty pics up:
here,
here,
here, and
here. I’m very pleased to announce that
Loverboy – who also goes by the name Paolo, for some reason – was adopted in the past week. Yay!
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Starting Sunday afternoon, I had a headache that just would NOT go away. I took Tylenol, which would make it mostly go away for a little while, but it kept coming back, and if there’s one kind of pain I just can’t stand, it’s the pain of a headache. When we were going to bed Sunday night, I said “I should just take a percoset.” The doctor prescribed percoset for Fred after his vasectomy, and Fred only took one or two, and the rest of the prescription has been hanging around, because we pretty much never use the narcotics that are prescribed for us, but we do believe in saving them just in case they’re needed in the future.
Fred gave me a faux-disapproving look and said “If you MUST. Will I be seeing you on
Intervention in a year?”
I counted the number of pill left in the bottle and said “If I can make four percoset get me high for the next year, you just might.”
So I took the percoset, and the headache went away for about an hour, then came back with a vengeance, and I tried to go to sleep so that I could wake up headache-free – or so I hoped – but I woke up around 2:30 with my head absolutely pounding, got up, took a handful of Tylenol, and went back to sleep.
The headache stayed gone until around 2 yesterday afternoon, when it came wandering back. I napped on the couch for a while (I couldn’t take any more Tylenol, because you’re not supposed to take more than 8 in a 24-hour period, and I’d gone over that limit by a couple. And the last time I took too many pills for a headache (though it was aspirin, not Tylenol) my ears rang for several hours and I HATE THAT), then after Fred got home I took a shower and put on the very comfy pajama bottoms Debbie gave me for Christmas, and my favorite sweatshirt.
Which is when Fred came upstairs and asked if I wanted to ride with him down the road to the vegetable stand.
We ended up driving around for the better part of an hour, and my head got better for a while, then worse, then better. It was driving me CRAZY, and finally around 7, I took a couple of aspirin, and a couple more around 10, and finally the damn headache went away and it’s currently still gone, THANK GOD.
I guess it’s not a tumah.
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The kitten section.
Flossie and Oy have discovered that they can climb up the back of my shirt and perch on my shoulder. Which is cute and all BUT HOLY FUCK DOES IT REALLY REALLY REALLY hurts when they climb up my back, and now my back is all scratched up, and OUCH.
But damn it’s cute.
We’ve started leaving the blinds in the cat room up all the time, because if we put them down at night, the kittens will hang on them which annoys me. So at night, when the light in the room is on, they see their reflection in the window, and both Flossie and Oy have gotten freaked out by their own reflections, complete with fluffy tail and hissing.
I need to remember to take the camera upstairs with me at night some time.
Flossie, mid-slurp. Flossie does this goofy thing where she sits over the water bowl and drinks some water, then lifts her head and… I can’t describe it, really. It looks like she’s nursing and she makes these sucking noises. I’m not sure what that’s all about.
Da widdle Peanut.
Miss Flossie, on a mission.
Snoopy, snuggled up to his favorite toy.
Edgar, rolling around in the sun.
Snoopy. The sultry look.
Hee!
Mister Eggs does his bat imitation.
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Spanky in the sun.
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