Burrell was a drooler. Folly now, she pees. I'll take drool on my bed over pee any day.

Isaac still to this day will sometimes suck on his shirt or his pillow until it is foul and wet. Cracks me up. Kids are gross.

Girl pets can be almost as bad. When Burrell was closer to a kitten in age and behavior she'd confiscate Cody's jacket and go nuts with it, kneading it and purring. And drooling all over it. Of course the man himself? She'd barely let him touch her.

We had an Argentinian Red-Footed tortoise when I was a kid. It had a thing for one of my suitcases. We called it Lust.

... sometimes I realize I had kind of a weird childhood. Mostly because of my middle brother, who collected all sorts of wacky animals. (Snakes, lizards, orphaned birds, broken-winged hawks, orphaned fox cubs...)

Oh we've all wanted to say that at some point. Right? Right?

Within the past 24 hours is "some point," right?

So, I woke up at 3 and couldn't fall back to sleep. When I opened the fridge to get cream for my coffee the fridge door broke off in my hand. My cat is barking in his sleep, so I may need to find a pagan friendly exorcist (not coughing--he's making honest to Bast "woof" noises). I can't wait to see what other gifts the day will bring.

Calli, that is odd. Both the fridge and the sleep barking.

Sometimes I can't decide if I'm regular anxious or overly anxious and this morning is a perfect example. The kids have their Christmas program at school this morning and I'm sitting here worried about whether I will get a seat or not. I've always gotten a seat in previous years; I have no idea why this stresses me out so much.

So, I saw the Slutcracker last night, which was way more ballet and less burlesque than I was expecting! Many people were en pointe. Several people were twerking and/or shaking their nipple tassels while en pointe!

Good times. Friday!

I am glad I went yesterday, but man. So she is just in bed and sleeping 90% of the time. Not able to sit up on her own and can only kinda open one eye. Already hard of hearing you have get down by her face to talk into her ear so she knows who is there. She is clear on her children, but I am not convinced she fully got who I or my dad were. That is not important to me, she believes that we are her people and she is happy to let us rub her arms and feet and keep her comfortable. She did clearly and adamantly ask where her son was. That's my uncle who is a bit of a turd. I think emotionally stunted may be a good partial explanation of him. Anyway, he had been unwilling to commit to coming down, he lives in CO in the mountains. Well, we put my dad on the phone with him (dad hunts with him every year and has the best relationship with him out of the whole family) and dad got him to commit, he should be coming down in 1-2 days, so here in 3-4.

I'm glad you were able to visit.

I really regressed last night both sinuses and lungs trying to annoy me to death, and up in the middle of the night because I needed dosing so badly.

I really can't drive 5 hours on this much cough medicine & et cetera. Feh.

When Burrell was closer to a kitten in age and behavior she'd confiscate Cody's jacket and go nuts with it, kneading it and purring

This sounds extremely weird, like you're talking about yourself in third person using cat pronouns or something. (I went to a party once where we were asked to wear nametags and include preferred pronoun, and some people decided to be ridiculous and choose "kitten pronouns!" or "unicorn pronouns!")

Jesse, I am jealous, that Slutcracker sounds amazing!

Oh msbelle, I'm sorry that this can be so hard.

He will just lick his bed, over and over and over and over and over, like it's his job and he's gunning for overtime.

HA! This is like simple dog from hyperbole and a half. Our dog will also lick himself like that causing hotspots.

I left my non sunglasses in the car. Which means I have to walk back down 3 flights of stairs and then back up. Blargh.