Watch Me Disappear
So I disappeared for a few days. OK, two weeks. I guess I simply didn't have anything to say. Or it didn't seem like it. Or I decided to be pouty because I finally posted some pictures and I didn't get any comments. None. Zero. Nada. Until dear sweet Cathryn complained that I hadn't posted for a while and that it's not right to disappear for two weeks without telling anyone where I went. And I suppose she's right. So you are getting an update of sorts - although brief.
The truth is, I didn't go anywhere. I've been home. And going to the store. And the park. And fireworks. And swimming lessons. And piano lessons. And probably a few other places here and there.
I also realize that I haven't posted pictures of The Purple Dragon's room yet. Most likely that will occur on Sunday because it's 2 AM right now and I want to go to bed, tomorrow we are going camping, Saturday we are coming back from camping and celebrating my Brother D's birthday... so as I said, it will probably be Sunday. And with that being said, if you didn't realize it earlier, I updated my last post and there are pictures of The Pink Princess' room at the bottom. So go check it out if you haven't already.
I've got my yucky bronchitis thing again. Dubby knows exactly what I am talking about, as does my husband. Dianna probably remembers a little bit since her Mom was busy taking care of me in 2005, and Gail might very well remember me hacking out various lung parts when we worked together at TRG. So I'm not very happy, very comfortable, or very energetic. But I am OK. No fever as of yet... just a nasty cough and a bit of a stuffy nose. Camping should be interesting.
I have another bad habit. I "rip off" finger nails and toe nails. I really need to stop. I don't necessarily bite them (I NEVER bite toe nails), but I just grab them and pull until the part you would normally "clip" off comes off. I do it without thinking about it. I thought that having my toes manicured would keep me from doing it and it did work for a little while, but tonight I ripped one without even thinking about it. And then I did another. Then I stopped. Then I bit off a fingernail. Too much info? Sorry. This is what you get when I start typing at 2 am.
I'm going to go to bed now before I start babbling about the other topic that is on my mind. What? Got you curious? Fine. Here it is: Whenever I get this bronchitis thing a strange smell emits from my body. It's the same smell every time. It doesn't matter how many times I take a shower a day (though it does help in the VERY short term), but it always comes back. I haven't asked King Isepik about it yet, so I don't know if it's only something I can smell, or if other people notice it too. It's not a good smell (to me anyway), it's not B.O. (as in the arm pit kind... it is 'body odor though - obviously!), it's just weird. And it's gross. And I hate it. But it does tell me that I've got bronchitis again - it's a sure sign. Too much info again? As I said I should NOT be typing at 2 am.
So this time I really am going to bed. Bet you wish I had stayed missing for a little bit longer now! LOL!
P.S. We're getting AC on the 10th! WOOHOO!