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Lazin' Around...
Taken February 25, 2008 with Canon PowerShot A550
My life is fairly straight-forward and routine-oriented. I really like it that way. If there's going to be any excitement, I'd like to plan it, trouble-shoot it, and control all aspects of it, thank you very much.
Patchouli, the cute little fur-ball you see above, feels otherwise. She has, in fact, been the cause of many incidents of "excitement" around here, much to my dismay. She revels in causing emergency situations calling for cool heads. I don't deal well with emergencies, if you must know.
When Patchouli pulled a heavy table-top down on her head a couple of years ago (did you know it's possible for cat s**t to come out both ends of a cat at the same time?), my way of dealing with it was to scream and cry a lot. She survived, obviously, but the credit goes to the thankfully cooler heads that were actively prevailing at the time. You'd never know the cat got bonked, except that she's a little retarded, now.
Okay, maybe more than a little retarded.
She likes to squish herself through the 2-inch width of open window by my desk, to sit on the 2-inch width of ledge - the only thing keeping her retarded little head from meeting the pavement of John Street before being squashed flat by a truck. She sits on the other side of the glass, smiling at me, waiting for the panic attack.
She also likes to sit beside one of the many candles that burn here every evening, twitching her tail through the flame. Smiling. I keep waiting for the Whooomph! that will signal the beginning of her painful demise...
Yesterday being Wednesday, the kukkiest day of the week, historically speaking, I spent the evening indulging in my weekly habit of tub-soaking in a dim bathroom, radio playing, candles burning, bath oil oiling... and my face painted with one of those "stress-relieving" facial masques that are supposed to suck out all the day's tensions while erasing 40 years worth of wrinkles at the same time.
I've never actually seen my face with this goop on - I don't have the guts to look, truthfully - but it looks yellow coming out of the jar, at least by candlelight, so I can just imagine the vision I must be while wearing it.
For the full effect, you must imagine me, as well, with my hair yanked back and tucked into a shower-cap. Oh yeah.... and naked. That got you laughing, right?
Anyway....
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