peach treaty News
what am i thinking of that starts with a "B" and isn't bocce ball?
| chocolate covered coffee beans (henceforth referred to as cccb) are not the best choice of snack item when one is bored but sleepy deep into the night. mia's kitten, ki, who sleeps under my blankets at night and in my pants legs when i am in the bathroom, always smells a little bit like poo. my new year's resolution is to create a list of resolutions before new year's day. therefore, on new year's day if i do not have the list already done (and why would i have completed that resolution before new year's day?) i will have to go back in time to make the list. i have not done such things (resolution-making and time travel) since fifth grade. we shall see how it goes. P.S. one thing on the list is going to be about thermal shirts and pants. ever since i rediscovered my 10 year-old thermals yesterday, we have been inseparable and i practically freeze to death if i have to take them off to put on outdoor clothes (which do not permit layering of pants and thermal pants). in fact, when i gave blood today my temperature was below 96.0°F (pulse 68, b.p. 103/62, hgb 14.0) because there were no thermals on me to melt the snow caps with a growing tropical sun. unfortunately the thermal shirt sleeves stop an inch point five short of my wrist, thus letting in the frigid air that the heater blasts forth when it first turns on. life is so difficult. if i hadn't eaten all those cccb i would probably be in bed by now, lying in an uncomfortable position because any move i make causes pookie to growl and hiss and threaten to claw my eyes out. the once sweet pookie pie turned into a demon when ki came into the picture. ki is getting a lot of attention and pookie is jealous. ki gets food more often than pookie. ki playfully attacks pookie and doesn't stop when pookie growls/hisses/screams/bites/swipes/runs away. pookie is hella pissed off and she takes it out on anyone, especially me. her distress makes me distressed as i lay in bed with ki snoring happily in the crook of my knees, and pookie sitting on my arm and alternating between purring and growling close to my eyeballs. littleguy, of course, is wonderful and fluffy and cuddly and purry and hungry as always. |
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