Trees don’t want hairy butts!

It’s 10pm, so it’s time for me to start getting really heated. I don’t understand why I do this. Years and years ago, I blamed my 10pm heat-attacks on my mum going through menopause, it was sympathy hot flashes. Now, no sense. Just… I’m crazy. It is nice to be warm though. Mmm, I’m snuggly.

My dear Janna called today. She is so weird. She is so… like me. It’s brilliant. My title came from that conversation. Talking about how we don’t want weeds around the base of the tree because that is it’s butt and trees don’t want hairy butts. (the english language revolves around the word butt). Also, at some point, I said "yeah, we don’t have anti-christ pork in the fridge…"

When we get a cat, I’m going to name it Mr Mrousers. It will need a first name, so when it is being a lovely kitty I can call it by it’s first name, but when it is being naughty, I can call it Mr Mrousers. Say it. It is so fun.

I have a very red spot on my knee. It stands out so much, because I am so pale. Although that leg is covered in bruises, I seem to like hitting my right leg on things lately. Last week I was climbing on the desk and the swivelly chair turned and I tumbled a bit. Got a nice round colourful blob on my thigh and a stripe of bruises on my calf from that. First time I’ve hurt myself when climbing and using a swivel chair, and I do that a LOT. My red spot is a carpet burn, except we don’t have carpet. I was standing and stretching on the couch and then tried to just stand up normally and my ankle slightly twisted and I felt and scraped my knee on the wood floor. I’m really surprised all I did was get a faux-carpet burn.

Speaking of damages, Jake has a cut on his wrist. From my toenail. That’s what he gets for grabbing my foot when we are sitting on the couch. It’s a pretty nasty cut too. Although not really. But for a nail-related cut it is.

Divinity in motion…

We got a package today, a big box full of stuff. I love it, it was a bunch of stuff with my name on it and my photos and it made me feel special. The other package I’m waiting on (my phone) is being annoying. The tracking info hasn’t changed since yesterday morning. I want my phone! It’s mostly annoying because it has to come to the door rather than to our PO box (even though it is coming via USPS… please tell me how that makes sense?) so I have to be home. Even though it will either be delivered downstairs (when we moved in, packages came to the door easy. The last year, they all get delivered downstairs instead. People are getting silly) or the post office people will be magic yet again and a package that has no mention of our po box address will be delivered to our po box. But I still have to sit around and wait. And wear pants, in case someone comes to the door. That’s the most annoying of all.

This entry needs pictures, but I’m lazy. So pretend there are pretty images here, ok?