Lately I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night with my nose as cold as a lonely Eskimo’s. Nothing else is cold. Just my nose. So I bury my face beneath the covers to warm it up.
I hate doing that for two reasons:
1. If my nose is stuffy I’ve been breathing through my mouth. If I’ve been breathing through my mouth it’s very likely I have poop breath. You’d think it wouldn’t matter since my nose is stuffy, but the stench somehow manages to seep through the stuffiness and into my olfactory glands.
2. People end up in the hospital or dead because of carbon monoxide poisoning all the time. So I start worrying about carbon dioxide poisoning. Can I get sick by breathing my own breath? Isn’t that how cats steal a baby’s breath? You can see how this is very disturbing.
I went to lunch and a movie with my friend, Kris, today. We had decided against seeing P.S. I Love You because we didn’t want to cry. Unfortunately it was the only movie worth seeing so we braved it. We stopped on the way and bought our own little kleenex packages. She called me all manner of bad names – or maybe it was only one bad name several times – because I forced her to watch this movie. I told her I proudly wear the title and refused to apologize.
It was one of the best “chick flicks” I’ve seen in a long time. Yes, it’s sad and good for a cry. But there’s so much more to laugh about. And how can watching a movie with an extremely charming Gerard Butler be a bad thing??
On the recommendation of my cousin and very good friend, Stacy, I bought Apples to Apples for a family Christmas present. We played it last night and laughed so hard it’s a wonder we didn’t pee our pants. Oh wait. I think Katie did. But anyway, it was hysterical! We had so much fun we played it two-plus times. Good stuff.
Between some Christmas money and a surprise bonus at work I bought a photo scanner yesterday. I’m so excited to get all my old pictures onto the computer. I also received the latest Photoshop from Todd. Does anyone know if that means I can airbrush photos of myself?? Just curious.
I’m reading my 41st book of 2007 (The Boleyn Inheritance). I really hope I finish it before midnight on the 31st so I can add it to this year’s reading list. Even so, 41 is pathetic. But I’m okay with it. I suppose 41 is better than 21.
That’s enough random for one post. The Funniest Commercials of 2007 is coming on in a half an hour so I gotta go!