Friday, March 30, 2007
I'm back to work at the wee store, and it is providing me with an excellent venue to have my cold in, especially because it does not have a very active and needy toddler in it like my home does.
It's not very busy, so I can sit here and blow my nose to my heart's content. As of now, I've used more tissues than we have snow globes in this collection that came in; and I am thinking that it's possible I'll have used as many tissues as there is "snow" in the globes by the end of the day. Sometimes I'll raise my head off the desk and take sips of some hot water with lemon that I've been stewing my throat in all day. Then, I dab some hand lotion around my flaking nostrils, and hop around swearing and flapping my hands in front of my nose because it burns. I'm planning on stopping by the drug store on the way home, and wondering how to better phrase the question to the pharmacist "What can I moisturize my nostril skin with that doesn't feel like Napalm?"
I'll occasionally wander over to the front window, roll a cool, smooth snowglobe across my hot and aching forehead, then reach over and shake the Las Vegas one to see what comes up in the dice.
But I just got an Ace-Deuce, and I had to share it.
16-1 that my hot Friday night date is hawt in the way that I'm going to drink more scalding lemonade, burn my tongue some more, and fall asleep watching some crap on TV because I'll get interested in it and forget to change the channel.
at 3:48 PM