Streams of Semi-consciousness...

1) I own a shirt that requires cufflinks, but my man does not.

2) I covet the iPhone. I knew this before my man came home with one, but it's all the more painful now.

3) My best pet ever was my tortie kitty Rascal. I still sometimes desperately miss her sleeping at the foot of my bed, and she's been gone since 1991.

4) The longer I live, the more I learn about loss.

5) My mom used to take us apple picking every fall, without fail. She introduced me to the Macoun, now my favorite apple. She also made one hell of an apple pie.

Cohabitation, in a Nutshell

When you live alone, you can wash your sheets at any time of day or night. You don't have to wait for your partner to vacate the bed, or invest in a cattle prod or scare tactics.

This is especially poignant here in the very early morning, after a sleepless night (which I chalk up to the fact that my hair smells like bacon - very distracting!).

My Mind, Black Hole - Part 2

My can opener fell to the floor.
My can opener functions no more.

No tuna fish for me.
I shall eat this avocado with glee.
Tee hee tee hee tee hee!

The Sleep of the Innocent

So, last night I dreamt that I had the pleasure of popping a pimple on the lovely Katarina Witt's upper thigh, right below the ass fold.

Then we ate chicken and broccoli calzones.

Care to take a shot at analyzing that one?

It's a black hole sometimes, my head. Scary!