I don't close the door to my room all the way, because the cats like to sleep on my bed and they need to come and go to access things like their food and water and kitty litter. The latter being the most important really. Really. That would be bad. Plus they go nuts if they're all locked up in that tiny space.
Jeté likes to sleep on my bed most of the night (and be right there when I wake up) and Hobbes had been hiding all weekend because people scare him as is, but 4 tiny, screeching humans are his worst nightmare.
Anyway, so Sunday morning, I was half asleep, trying to keep a dream going while tuning out the sounds of children squealing. As they do first thing in the morning. I then I heard a whisper in my room: kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty
I roll over and see this:
I swear to all things unholy that is what I saw. Through the crack in my doorway, my friend Corey was smiling and whispering at my cat. It was the scariest fucking thing to wake up to. I swear.
The only thing my half asleep brain could manage was, "What the hell are you doing? Go away!" Really witty, I am.
I dare you to wake up to that and think of something witty.
So for some reason, my tits have been hurting so damn badly the past week. Like, for no reason. Aunt Flo isn't calling until next week and they started hurting over a week ago.
So damn painful! Like taking my bra off is the most excruciating experience since cutting off my feet. Just kidding. It's not quite as bad as that. Just kidding. I never cut off my feet.
It's a good thing I'm doing the whole celibacy thing because if someone tried to touch my tits in the last week or so, I'd rip out his heart and feed it to the crows.
And now that I'm closer to The Period, my boobs hurt less. Go figure.
Anyway, it was that state of excruciatus I found myself the other morning, wandering into the kitchen to find breakfast and caffeine, and clutching my braless, hurting boobs. My roommates were there and, because it was an unusually warm morning and their breakfast was smoking, they had the sliding glass door open.
Male roomie sees me clutching my chest, looks at the open door, and tells me I can close it if I'm cold. I look down, look back at him, and say, "I'm fine. It's not cold." He looks at me like I'm on the best crack ever and replies, "Well you looked cold so."
I just couldn't explain the real reason I was holding my boobs.
I'm excited to announce that I'm launching a new blog button/badge! It was time. I thought, new year, new badge. I'm so excited about it too.
Yes, it matches February's masthead. How very astute of you! I even ordered business cards with this image. I'm such a big kid now!
If you want to put it on your website, you can grab the code for the badge in the right sidebar.
Don't die of impressed. I know it will be hard, but do your best.
I also added a Stumble button at the top of the page. If you really like a post, do me a solid and submit it to Stumble. I'll get more traffic and me love you long time.
Also also, I added an advertising page to the blog because I really want to start generating some consistent ad dollars from this blog. I'm sure I'm doing this all wrong, but hell's bells, maybe somebody will want me.
I'm like the girl in a purple dress at the cotillion. But maybe there's an advertiser who's looking for a girl in a purple dress.
Yeah that simile sucked. Sorry about that.
Also, now is the time for you to visit my Etsy shop again! I'm still $1400 in debt from Jeté's cancer care. But this is perfect. I get to make cute stuff. You get to wear cute stuff. And Jeté's bills get paid. It's brilliant.
AND I made the first of a new line: embellished hats! If this one sells, I'll make more. Or ask me and I'll make one to your specifications.
Don't forget I can do all sorts of custom orders at no extra charge. If you purchase from my shop, the second item ships free! I've got rings, pendants, earrings, hair pins, cuff links, and hats! All sorts of goodies.
This is my new internet obsession:
I made this pretty pretty picture and about 5,000 others at weavesilk.com. It's incredibly easy, fun, and addictive. And PRETTY! Go have fun. But beware: it's hard to stop.
Watch this and try not to AW:
Crater Face from Skyler Page on Vimeo.