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Friday, September 29, 2006

Plunged to its death

Last night, I was standing in the bathroom looking for something and Mr. Honey was standing in the doorway talking to me. I turned around and saw an unfortunate side effect of living in a heavily wooded neighborhood deep in the heart of Georgia: a palmetto bug, sitting about 7 feet up on my bathroom wall. A stupid bug that looks like a cockroach but is the size of my thumb and can sorta fly, a bug that lives outside but occasionally sneaks into our house looking for bread crumbs. Icky. Yucky. Bug. (The kittens have yet to notice one of them, but I'm certain they'll have a fun time killing it when they do.)

Since Mr. Honey was standing right there, I squealed like a girl. (Mr. Honey, skip ahead to the next paragraph.) If he's not home, I somehow find the strength to tackle the giant ugly bugs on my own, but if he's there, I go all girly. Must be the effect he has on me.

Mr. Honey is my hero. As I stood there doing the squealing girl dance, he steps past me, sizes up his adversary, and quickly chooses a course of action. He grabs the plunger. And despite my eew reaction to the whole thing, my brain began processing what I was seeing. I darted out of the bathroom, wondering how Mr. Honey would choose to use his weapon. Would he cover the bug with the hollow end of the plunger and then plunge all the air out, creating a vacuum in which the bug can explode? Or would he--


Yep, Mr. Honey smacked the crap out of that bug with the side of the plunger. Smacked. The. Crap. Out of it. Exploded bug guts rained down in the bathroom. Mr. Honey chuckled in glee. Then he shot me a glance. "Uh, do we have any paint?"

As it turned out, paint was unnecessary. Mr. Honey cleaned up the scattered remnants of our intruder, both on the wall and throughout the bathroom, and I didn't have any nightmares about gigantic icky bugs. Life is good.

Happy Friday!

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Thursday, September 28, 2006

The hiccups.... again

I've had the hiccups every morning this week. I wonder if it's a seasonal thing? Like allergies. Maybe every spring and fall, I'll get chronic hiccups for the rest of my life.

The funny thing about hiccups is that scientists aren't exactly sure what causes them, or what their purpose is. Some of the speculated reasons I've encountered over the years of suffering from this apparently genetic disease (how else do you explain that my sister gets them as bad, sometimes worse, as I do?) are:
1. Eating extremely hot or cold foods (I drink a lot of water over the course of the day, and first thing in the morning it's right out of the refrigerator, which could explain my occasional morning hiccups but not my afternoon hiccups)
2. Eating too big of a meal (single hiccups do not count in my opinion. If it's a single hiccup, just call it a burp and be done with it)
3. Drinking too heavily (this is the only time Mr. Honey ever gets the hiccups, darn him!)
4. Hiccups are a way to keep the body from choking on something (WTF??? But I swear on my honor it's a reason I've been given)
5. Neck disalignment (No kidding, my sister's hiccups get better after a visit to her chiropractor)

The conclusion I'm forced to draw is that everyone's diaphragm muscle has a different reason for having spasms. Some people's diaphragm muscles, like mine, simply take a pure enjoyment in causing the curse of the hiccups. These are people whose bodies sometimes have a bigger sense of humor than circus clowns, although I'd be hard pressed to believe all circus clowns actually have a sense of humor. They seem just a little too creepy sometimes to be funny.

And speaking of funny... one day about a year ago, I had a bad case of the hiccups. This kind woman across the hall came darting into my office with a cup of water, said "Do this," and proceeded to bend at the waist and contort herself into the strangest position from which I've ever seen a human drink a glass of water. So I cocked my head at her and said, "Can you show me that again?" And she did! So after I finished snickering (I never said I was a nice person), I pulled my handy little jar of peanut butter from my desk drawer, took a nice big spoonful and ate it whole (the peanut butter, not the spoon), and voila! The hiccups disappeared. Plus I'd gotten a show for the day.

That's a lot better than three years ago, at my old job, when the creepy dude with the 1970's sideburns and mustache and a Napolean complex cornered me in the snack bar while I desperately dug around for sugar (thank God for office coffee pots), since I was out of peanut butter at the time and a teaspoon of sugar works almost as well as peanut butter. Anyway, creepy dude, who just happens to be blessed with more brains than God Himself (and if you don't believe it, just ask creepy dude - he'll tell you so), proceeds to back me into a corner and try to explain to me what causes hiccups, when in actuality all he knew was what hiccups are (muscle spasms). As evidenced by my well-researched list above, the people whose job it is to discover these things, don't even know. So, I started walking back at creepy dude, finally getting close enough to invade his space (Eeeewwwww!) and make him step back (which I was grateful to never have to do again), and informed him that scientists and medical professionals didn't even know what caused the hiccups. And God bless him, the 50-year-old virgin in the office popped up over his cubicle at that point and said, "It's true. They don't. Momma told me so." So I escaped with my sugar while creepy dude and 50-year-old virgin discussed the finer points of what hiccups are vs. what causes them.

And now, since I've been typing about them, they've gone away. Thank you for allowing me to vent my hiccups onto this page this morning. I wish you well, and that you don't catch the hiccups from blogger this morning.

P.S. If you like the peanut butter cure, in my experience peanut butter cups work nearly as well too.

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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

New Kitty Pics

As Ellen pointed out, it's been a while since I posted kitty pics. And they've gotten so big! They're still not as big as monsters (which is how I affectionately refer to all the grown cats who make my kittens seem even smaller), but Mr. Honey and I can both see that they've grown in the 2.5 weeks that we've had them. Together, we've conquered fleas and skittishness, and now all that remains is sweet kitten goodness. Enjoy. :)

Having decided once and for all that we are not of the kitten-eating variety, Jinx and Saffron now claim their favorite place to be one of our laps. Whose lap depends on who's available to be sat upon.

And the style of sitting is completely unique to each kitten. A lap with one kitten is a lap with two kittens in this house. Usually with Saffron fussing before settling down, which results in Jinx getting pummeled by little kitty feet. She doesn't seem to mind too much.

Saffron, on the hunt. This is Saffron's normal state of being, when she's not sleeping in the cat tree, or on a lap, or on the couch or one of the chairs.

Here the kitties sleep together in the cat tree, recovering from their first baths. They weren't too happy with me for at least two hours, but then they forgave me. At least, they were willing to lower themselves sufficiently to sit on Mr. Honey's lap while I sat a foot away. That was definitely progress that evening.

Jinx in tonight's new box, courtesy of They love boxes, especially when we turn the box upside down so they can hide beneath it. I was lucky enough to witness Saffron scaring the bejeebers out of Jinx earlier this evening. Jinx had apparently forgotten Saffron was hiding under the box, so she jumped about a foot and a half when Saffron poked her head out, causing the box to move. Poor kitties got laughed at pretty good for that one. :)

That's all for today - tune in tomorrow when I try to think of something brilliant to say. *snort*

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Monday, September 25, 2006

A Weekend Away

Mr. Honey and I left the kittens home and took a trip to visit friends. It was tough leaving our little babies behind, but they were in good hands. The neighbors actually fought over who got to watch them. I'm enjoying this now, because I know once they're grown cats and not cute little kittens, that won't happen very often. :)

While we were gone, I had this horrible dream that Jinx died from a blocked esophogus. How crazy is that? Needless to say, I was thrilled to get home and find my kitties safe and sound, having survived another flea bath (I love my neighbors). Now they're old enough, so we've applied the flea medicine and I've got my fingers crossed it knocks out this little problem.

Aside from the irrational dreams, we had a great weekend and even got in our fix of Sid Meier's Pirates! computer game. Hopefully we'll be able to go back for another visit soon. A visit with our friends, not with the computer game.

Unfortunately, the front of our van is now coated with dead love bugs. What's a love bug, you ask? This is a love bug. Er, rather, that's a picture of two love bugs, demonstrating why they're called love bugs. Icky, huh? And while it's a good theory, Snopes says that love bugs are not the result of a genetic experiment gone wrong. But what I want to know is, are they born joined like that? And if they are, how do the baby love bugs, uh, get out? That's really too much for my little brain to ponder on a Monday, so I'll settle for promising myself to scrub the love bugs from my bumper this afternoon, since Snopes also indicates that love bugs left on a car too long are likely to cause paint problems. Icky icky icky!! Who wants to be know for having the car with the permanent indentation of mating suicidal love bugs?

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Thursday, September 21, 2006


Most mornings, I make myself a bag lunch to take to work. Three days ago, just as I have every morning for the past two weeks, I pulled out the bread, peanut butter, and jelly. Except the jelly lid wasn't on all the way, and I didn't realize it. So, I grabbed the jar by the lid, and the jar fell down. Miraculously, it didn't break. It just fell on the floor and spewed strawberry jelly all over everywhere.

About noon that day, Mr. Honey called me from home. He was there fixing his own lunch, and he wanted to know what the red sticky stuff all over the fridge was. Doh! I'd cleaned the mess on the floor, but I missed the mess in the fridge. So I promised to clean it up when I got home, then promptly forgot, so Mr. Honey cleaned it for me while I was out last night.

Yesterday afternoon, thinking the jelly incident was behind me, I realized a big bunch of my hair was stuck to my shoe. Turns out I'd been walking around with jelly all over my shoe, too. Goodness only knows what all my shoe might've picked up. So I cleaned my shoe, and life was good again. Until we find the next spot I didn't notice the jelly went to when the jar dropped.

So the moral of the story today is, don't pick up jelly jars by the lid. Seriously.

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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Am I supposed to be learning something?

I had one of those dreams last night. You know the ones. The kind where you're back in school after having finished years ago, and you have one more semester to go, or one more class to complete, or you have to do high school all over again because you flunked Freshman gym class but nobody caught it until you were about to graduate college with a degree in rocket science that means nothing since you couldn't pass remedial PE eight years ago. Yeah, that kind of dream.

I was pretty upset in my dream. For starters, going back to college meant going back to a long-distance relationship with Mr. Honey. Been there, done that, not looking forward to ever having to do it again. But with his line of work, it's always a possibility he'll have to go away for 3 months, 6 months, or maybe more. It's just how the cookie crumbles. Oooh, cookies. Now there's a good idea.

Back to the dream.

In preparation for this last semester of college, I moved back into my old sorority house. Except one of my roommates was allergic to my kitten. So Jinx and I had to go find a new room. And we did, too, except another one of my sorority sisters was apparently moving into that room when she got in later. And then someone had the audacity to tell me I couldn't keep my Jinx with me in the sorority house! That it was against the rules. How much does that suck?

So, in the end, I woke up and realized Mr. Honey was right beside me, I'm nowhere near my college town, nor do I have to go back for another semester. Don't get me wrong, I had a fantastic time in college. It was exactly what I needed at that stage in my life. In the five years I've been out, I've gone from a starry-eyed young engineer to a recovering geek with aspirations of supporting Mr. Honey and myself into old age by telling stories. A lot has changed. If I had to do it all over again, I'd do the same thing. But I've been there and done that in this life already, so I'm glad I woke up this morning in chilly (YAY!) Georgia rather than geek school in MO.

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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

't Be This Tide!!!

After nearly a voyage o' me waitin' (on accoun' o' I didna know about 't a full voyage ago), 'tis finally Talk Like a Pirate Day! An' what be I doin' t' celebrate? Absolutely nothin'. Well, I did get ou' o' bunk today, but Mr. Honey had an early tide an' be gone long before I be conscious enough t' wish th' lad's a hearty "Garrrrr, Matey!" An' I sailed' t' work, but speakin' like a shipmate t'ain't exactly professional behavior in me office. This may be a sign I need t' reconsider me line o' work.

Or maybe, jus' maybe, I ought simply bask in th' glory o' Talk Like a Buccanneer Day. Aye. That`s 't.

Hope ye be havin' a great Tuesday, ya scurvy cur whut deserves the black spot!

Here ye be seein' how ye sound in Buccanneer Speak!
Talk Like A Pirate Day

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Monday, September 18, 2006

Joining the 21st Century

Mr. Honey and I made the big step into the 21st century this week. We spent the weekend watching most of the first season of Grey's Anatomy. Our neighbor loaned it to us after realizing we were watching MacGyver on DVD. When we took a break from Grey's Anatomy, we watched High School Musical. Mr. Honey snickered a lot through that. But it was a fun time.

So we're finding we kinda like the 21st century. We'll watch another episode or two tonight, provided I haven't had all the skin ripped from my hands by unhappy kitty paws when they realize it's bath time. I discovered fleas on Saffron Friday night, but couldn't get flea medication from the vet until this morning. And wouldn't you know it, my kitties are too young by a week. So tonight we (I) will be bathing them in Ivory soap to get the fleas off, until we can put the prescription flea treatment on next week. Maybe I should invest in a good pair of gloves before I attempt this. :)

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Friday, September 15, 2006


My children have kitten-envy.

Forget the fact that they aren't even born yet. Just trust me. They already have kitten envy.

See, tonight I'm going to Walmart to pick up pictures of my new little kittens. And right after I do that, I'm opening up my scrapbook kit and writing the kittens' photographic memoir of their first week with us. Then tomorrow I'll go back to snapping pictures like mad, so I can repeat the process next week. It's important to see how much they grow from week to week, isn't it?

So forget the whole I-made-a-baby-book-for-my-firstborn-but-was-too-busy-to-do-the-same-for-my-second-born thing. I'm making a baby book for my kittens that my children will have to flip through one day, saying, "Mom, how come you made a book for them but you didn't make one for me?"

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Thursday, September 14, 2006

Signs it's going to be a bad day

1. You have to take your new kittens to the vet for their first checkup and shots. Good that they're getting checked up, but bad that you have to subject your babies to shots.
2. There's a boxer puppy at the vet who wants to be friends. She's adorable, but for some odd reason your kittens hiss and claw at her through their carrier. And they haven't even been stuck with the needle yet.
3. Even though you don't have to work a full day, your schedule is off from arriving late.
4. That meeting you were supposed to have today? Yeah, we're not going to tell you what time it is. We'll let you know tomorrow if we're pissed at you for missing it since we didn't give you all the details.
5. You spill your entire lunch on the floor. Seriously. The entire rubbermaid container of chicken alfredo over jumbo shells that you've just lovingly and tenderly warmed in the microwave is now lying on your office carpet. Carpet cleaner? Nowhere in sight.
6. It's 1:30 and you'd rather be at home napping with your kittens, but instead you're making a list of signs it's going to be a bad day for your blog entry tomorrow.
7. It's cloudy but no rain is falling. When it does rain, it's more like a mist that won't do anything to improve the near-drought conditions in the area.
8. Your boss points out that your socks have a hole in them when he comes around the desk to admire the leftover-food-art on your office carpet.
9. You're stuffed to the gills because you ordered take-out food for lunch to make up for spilling your leftovers on your office carpet, and then ate way too much. Gym? Don't you have to be able to move to make it to the gym?
10. Music for the day is "Coughing in G-minor" with an encore performance of "Sniffling in C."

At least I wasn't the only one. My boss spilled coffee all over his desk, everything under his desk, and himself before I ever made it into the office. Heeheehee... sucks to be him.

I put more kitty pictures up last night - scroll down to see them. :)

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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Just a few kitty pics...

In case anybody wants to see... Their first box.
Saffron gets turned upside down by her toy.
Jinx loves playing in the dining room chairs.

Jinx also loves playing with feathers.

The kitties grooming each other.

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A New Era

Living as we do, Mr. Honey and I frequently say goodbye to old friends as they move on to their next assignments. Our first experience with it was nearly two years ago, and gradually, more and more of our friends have left. This morning we said goodbye to yet another friend. Now there's a single member of our original Friday Night Bar Group left in town, and he departs next month.

Saying goodbye is bittersweet. We wish our friends well in their new places, and we remember the good times. Unfortunately, sometimes we remember the bad times. In situations like this, we wish our friends better experiences and more happiness in their next phase in life. Sometimes that's all we can do.

Mr. Honey and I won't be here too much longer ourselves before we're sent on our next adventure. Eleven months and counting at the very most. But we've still made new friends in the last couple months, and when we go, the tables will be turned. It'll be their turn to watch us leave and wish us well. That assumes they like us, of course. :)

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Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Freaky Dreams

Do you ever have those days where you feel like you've misplaced your head? Last night I dreamed I was actually going to allow someone to take it away for me. I don't understand why I keep dreaming about replaceable heads, but for some reason, these dreams pop up every once in a while. They're creepy and spooky. Last night I fought to keep my head, despite promises that I'd wake up alive again in a new head.

Since I forgot to check my dream book for what that means, I have to assume it's my subconscious reminding me that I'm forgetting a lot of things. Is this what motherhood is like? I become a crazy cat lady and all of a sudden I can't remember my name. I do remember that they have their first trip to the vet tomorrow. Maybe I'm having bad dreams because I'm subconsciously mad at myself for not writing since Friday. At any rate, now I'm almost wishing I couldn't remember my dreams right now.

In other news, our on-again, off-again houseguest is spending his last night with us tonight. He leaves for good tomorrow. We'll be sad to see him go, but it'll also be nice to not have to remember to leave the door unlocked so he can get in when he gets back at 1 AM from visiting his girlfriend at work and doesn't have to call us to let us in. :) Our bad.

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Monday, September 11, 2006

At the risk of being hated...

While sitting around the house this weekend, wishing our kitties would wake up from their naps and play (did you know kittens can sleep up to 20 hours a day?), Mr. Honey and I watched Gone with the Wind. Neither of us had ever seen it before. I have to wonder if it's a movie I would've liked better if I'd been introduced to it at a young age. Whatever the case, I had a hard time staying focused on the movie and an even harder time coming up with how Scarlett was a sympathetic character. It wasn't completely the kitty influence that had my attention span short - when I was in college, I tried to watch it with my roommate, but couldn't make it through the first few scenes either. I realize the movie is set in a totally different time and place from where we are now, back when white women on plantations were princesses and queens, but with Scarlett's biggest enemy being her I-Want-What-I-Can't-Have-And-I'll-Step-On-Anyone-To-Get-What-I-Need/Want self, it was difficult for this modern woman to find much in common with her.

With that in mind, can someone please educate this ignorant Yankee-born girl? What makes Gone with the Wind such a beloved classic? I know I had to have missed something.

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Sunday, September 10, 2006

Day One - Coming Home

I thought about being one of those crazy cat ladies who can't quit gushing about her kittens, but then I realized that might be sorta boring for some of you. So I thought I'd let you know how the day went, from the kitty sisters' points of view. So here are your narrators for today.
This is Jinx:
Hi!  I'm Jinx.

And this is Saffron:
I'm Saffron.  I only look mean.

Saffron and Jinx arrived at the Honey household at 8:30 AM Saturday morning. They sat in their carrier for a good while, still unnamed by their silly humans.
Jinx and Saffron in the carrier
Saffron: "Those humans are still staring at us. Why are they staring at us? Where's my mom?"
Jinx: "Would you calm down? I can't sleep."
Saffron: "But I don't know where Mom is. And those humans are still watching us."
Jinx: "Chill out. They're not the kitty-eating human types."
Saffron: "But how can you tell?"
Jinx: "Just trust me. And get off me. I can't sleep."

After a while, Saffron and Jinx decided to emerge from the carrier in search of water and food. But they didn't want the humans to touch them yet. The humans saved them from the killer scrapbooks in the bookcase and deposited them first in the litter box, and then in the scratching post tree.
Jinx and Saffron in the cat tree
Saffron: "Psst. Jinx. They're calling you some weird name. What's may-may? Don't they know you're a Jinx? Why are they still staring at us? Hide me. Hide me!"
Jinx: "Saffron, you're doing it again. Chill. Let's take a nap. We can play with the humans later. Moving is tiring."
Saffron: "Are you sure they're not kitten-eating humans? The one with the big hair is scary."
Jinx: "She's our new mom. Relax. I'm going back to sleep."
Saffron: "I don't want a new mom. Hide me!"
Jinx: "ZZZZZzzzzzzzzz...."

Jinx only fell out of the cat tree once before someone knocked on the door. And then someone else knocked on the door. All of a sudden, Saffron and Jinx were the center of 8 people's attention. Jinx gradually acclimated to the attention, though Saffron remained suspicious of her humans. Jinx attacked the feather fishing pole toy as though her humans' lives depended on it.
Jinx: "Feathers! Kill the feathers!"
Saffron: "Don't touch those! You don't know where they've been. Hide me. Hide me!"

By nightfall, Jinx had decided the human with the big hair was friendly enough to qualify for a nose sniff and a purr followed by a headbutt. Saffron was still concerned about the worthiness of these humans to forever be her caretakers, but with Jinx in the lead, things are looking good for the Honey family.

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Saturday, September 09, 2006

The Big Secret

I apologize, because this isn't going to be nearly as exciting for all of you as it is for Mr. Honey and me. The big secret is...

Well, first, let me say that there is no Honeybun in the oven, thank you Mini-me for your guess. :) (I see you cringing over there, Mr. Honey. But it's okay. I know I make you laugh even if my jokes are corny.) To put it quite literally, I am not pregnant. But my faithful blog readers will be among the first (okay, somewhere in the top 30) to know should that blessed event ever occur.

Now, on to the big secret.

This morning, at an ungodly hour for a Saturday morning, Mr. Honey and I got up and went to a friend's house, where we adopted...

Our Kittens

(Yes, Mom and Dad, I know you raised me better than this.)

We haven't decided on names yet, so if you've got suggestions, feel free to toss them at us. Have a fabulous weekend! Mine's going to be spent on litterbox patrol. ;)

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Friday, September 08, 2006

This has been a test...

...of the emergency nose explosion warning system.

Had this been an actual nose explosion emergency, the four sneezes you just heard would have been followed by a string of curse words and frantic searching for tissues. The emergency nose explosion warning committee strongly suggests you keep a box of tissues, a can of Lysol, and a bottle of hand sanitizer handy, along with cough drops and Dayquil. The next test will commence in 7.3 minutes. This concludes this test of the emergency nose explosion warning system. Thank you, and have a good day.

*achoo* *achoo* *achoo* *achoo*

(In other news, I got my new camera last night. And it ROCKS! Thank you, Mr. Honey!! Cool pictures coming soon to a blog near you.)

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Thursday, September 07, 2006

Up to no good

With my cold making my brain a little fuzzy today, I'm not sure what I want to blog about, but rather than do nothing, I thought I'd be a pain in the ass.

I have a secret. :) It's not about my pirate story, which is coming along nicely and which the Alphabet Girls helped me dissect last night. It's not about my on-again house guest, who's with us for two days, gone for a couple days, and then maybe with us again for a couple days before leaving town for good. It's not about my neck, which is healing nicely but it's still not well enough to allow me to return to the gym. It's not about Mr. Honey, who finally blogged about Dragon*Con (for those of you interested - set aside a good fifteen to twenty minutes to get through it all). It's about something else.

Mr. Honey and I are doing more prep work tonight and tomorrow, and then I'll let you in on my secret over the weekend.

Have a great Thursday!

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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

I knew better...

...but I didn't listen to my body.

I went back to the gym almost two weeks ago. It's the first time since last November that I've managed to go more than once in a month. I've been doing pretty good, too. At least, I was until yesterday. That's when my muse and Kristen's chaos gods tag-teamed me. Now I can't move my neck more than 15 degrees to either side.

And I knew better. I did. I was sore when I hit the weights (not in my neck, but I was still sore), but I did it anyway. It's like my body wanted me to hurt it. Now why would my body do that to me? Because it's evil. For the same reason it makes me eat Oreo cookies and Pringles. The same reason it tells me my butt has to be this big so there's lots of padding when I sit on hard park benches. The same reason nature invented the phrase "There's just more of you to love." Because it hates me.

I have further proof of my body's rebellion against me. This morning, I woke up with a tickle in my throat. The tickle is progressing into a dull ache, with its buddies dancing in my nostrils and sinus cavities, making it difficult for me to breathe. Why do colds hit in the middle of summer? I'd guess this is a warning sign of a rough winter ahead, except I'm pretty certain Mr. Honey picked it up at Dragon Con and accidentally brought it home.

Do you have a favorite sore muscle and/or cold remedy? (Aside from skipping the weight lifting, which is a given until I'm healed.) Warm tea with honey sound heavenly right now. If you'll excuse me, I have an appointment with the hot water maker.

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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

My favorite kind of week

Hey, psst. Wanna hear a secret?

It's TUESDAY! We just left Monday in the dust, and now we can get on with our lives without the bummer of a Monday in the week. I need to keep reminding myself of this, because I have some errands to run this week before Saturday (more on that in a few days), and I don't want to forget that I have a day less to get them done.

A little birdy told me some kiddies are finally going back to school this week - I think that's the latest school start I've ever heard, but I know two people (and probably a few of the kiddies, too) who are going to be thrilled.

Mr. Honey is back from Dragon Con, and though he sounds like he ate a hoarse toad (hoarse, not horse) and the toad slime is mucking up his throat and nose, he had a great time. So life is good - my Mr. Honey is home, and he's happy, so I'm happy. :)

Hope you all have lots to celebrate on this happy Tuesday!

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