Author: mizkit

Poor Ted has a migraine and stayed home today. I just heard him speaking firmly to the dog, who hasn’t been *newly* bad, but man, did she make a mess of the rug and my shoe. (I just spelled ‘stayed’ ‘staid’ and ‘shoe’ ‘shoo’. *sigh*) It finally snowed! I put the dog out on the long lead for a while so she could romp in the snow. She dug, of course. *beats head on wall*

Well. Chantio stayed out of her kennel last night and ate not only one of my shoes and a rug, but also a pound of fudge. *sigh*

Feh. I’m just not very good at making toffee. I tried making a half batch, because I have yet to successfully make a full batch, and I thought I remembered that half batches worked better. Now I remember that it was quarter batches that worked better. Feh.

I think I garlicked most of the rest of my cold out of my system. My ears are still a little poppy, but mostly I’m breathing easily again and I’m not coughing. Yay!

I have a new goal in life. I want to be as sexy at 70 as Ian McKellan is. (Marith said, “Goodness. You do aim high.”) I will have to start working towards sexiness tomorrow, because today I have eaten more fudge than God could shake a stick at. :) (Actually, hopefully tomorrow this damned cough will be gone and I’ll be able to gym in some fashion or other. *snivel*)