An erotic novella about a flamboyant potato

Don’t touch the oven. Not the inside. Not when it is hot. It hurts. I was putting a tortilla in and raised my hand a bit too much and touched the top of the oven. Oh well, it can match my other oven-touching scar that is on the same arm. Mmm, I’m turning myself stripey, and I do like stripes!

I feel like there was something I was going to say about yesterday, but I can’t remember the day at all. We didn’t go to the farmer’s market but we did go for a walk because I felt like I was going crazy being inside so much. OH! I know! We went to the drug store on the way home, because on Sunday we were peeking in the windows with Lisa and I saw the cutest turkey and I wanted it. For a thanksgiving… thing to sit in the middle of the table and be all BAM TURKEY IS COMING! We went just to see how much it was. Jake got it for me. He’s awesome.

Look at my regal turkey! He’s so cool.

Today started out fabulous. Both my Jenn and my Natey wrote entries, which in itself is great because I love them both and they don’t write often enough. But they both had great news. Natey is now out of the hospital after about 2 weeks! So that’s great. He still has to go back every few days for dialysis but he’s not in the hospital! Yay Natey!

The rest of the day has been… downhill. Those tiny little evil bastard bugs that are swarming all over the town still… so many are in the apartment. Every time I go to the kitchen I end up smacking my hands together, trying to squash bugs. I do get them, but I hurt my hands and I break stuff. I broke the thing that holds the paper towel this afternoon, because I hit it so hard (which was odd, I’m not that strong. And it wasn’t like I hadn’t slept …. when I am sleep deprived I get hulky. I don’t think I wrote about it but during the blogathon earlier this year I crushed a can with my bare hands. A full, unopened can. Accidentally. Therefore: sleep-derpived = hulky) The next thing I’m going to break will either be a window pane or my hand.

I HATE these bugs. I want the ants back. Ants at least have a limited space they can move in. These stupid little things, they follow me. They fly around my head, land on my face… I am traumatised by all the bugs. I’ve broken down crying at least 3 times, just today, because I’ve gotten so overwhelmed by all the stupid little flying douchebags.

And then on our afternoon walk… we walked through an invisible pocket of the annoying pricks and 5 of them hit me IN THE EYES. All at once. I screamed or let out a cry or just flailed like an idiot. I forget. It was evil. I was super on the lookout for other pockets of bugs for the rest of the walk, and each time we approached one I completely covered my face with my hoodie-sleeves. So then I couldn’t see. It was a great plan.

And then I burned myself making dinner. It burns way more than I remember my arm burning. Possibly because I have to actually use and bend my finger. I had to shower and wash my hair after dinner and oh, the hot water. It hurt my skin-bubble.

So yes. Today started out utterly fabulous and headed south. But the bad things are just little annoyances compared to the great news of stuff.

Plus, trees are pretty. (my title… is random words that I just said to Jake the other day. I don’t know why. As soon as I said them I wrote them down because it is prefect title nonsense)