The cottonwoods have exploded. There is white fluff floating everywhere. And allergy sufferers are hiding inside. This one is anyway. This would be a perfectly acceptable situation if there weren't a completely different source of allergy hell in my living room. My mothers cats have come to stay for a bit. Mama Bird and her husband are having some work done in their place, so the furballs are with me. And yes, I am allergic to them. I have not allowed them into my room, preferring to have one place to breathe freely. Except, I can't breathe right now. At least not easily.
I should say that I love the cats. I do. No, really I DO. But... I hate not being able to breathe. And the constant itching isn't really all that much fun either.
I spent a good portion of today (and yesterday afternoon) polishing Mama Birds bookcases. With car wax. Since they are made of metal, the car wax is less odd than it sounds. It took awhile. And tomorrow I get to put the books back. All of them. Have I mentioned that they have roughly elebenty million books? Most of them huge? No? They do, and they are. The upside of this is I will be able to breathe while over there. I might be wheezing after a bit, but it won't have to do with allergies.
About a week ago Rooster and I went to St. Louis to visit a few of my childhood friends and go to a graduation ceremony. While we were there, we lucked into some last minute invites to a wedding. One of my high school classmates was getting married and the friend I was staying with was the matron of honor. It was a beautiful ceremony, and the reception was lovely. But they really should have really put a limit on the number of glasses of wine one was allowed to imbibe. If they had, no one would have been able to take a terribly embarrassing video of yours truly dancing. Other than the fact that I can't dance, my friends all learned that I need a better bra.
Oh, and Rooster caught the garter. Whatever that means.
---Little Bird is trying to breathe.
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7 comments:
You could have strapped the bookcase to the top of a car and run it through a car wash and waxing. :)
I seem to recall your saying, somewhere or other, that everybody can dance. Fibber fibber fibber. When and where will the videos be posted?
I go to my nephew's wedding on the 25th. Could be er ... interesting.
Can and should are two very different concepts.
You did the Can Can?
I apparently did a number of fun(ny) things that night. Poor Rooster, I puts up with me. I'm not really sure why, but he does.
I just found you dancing on you tube!
youtube.com/watch?v=lK0gYi1YEZ8
Was that rooster at the start or later on?
I am nowhere NEAR that coordinated! My best friends boyfriend keeps threatening to put the video up on FaceBook. He already posted a photo, but from much earlier in the evening when I had just started the drinking. I'm even holding one of the many glasses of wine in the picture.
Ready to come to FaceBook yet?
Facebook? Never. I'm not much of a joiner.
My nephews wedding Tuesday went well. After we left a fight broke out between the brides mom and aunt. The bride is much nicer than her family.
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