Yadda yadda yadda and a new home for Bug

Bananas Foster Dove Promise thingies are freakin’ good, especially with hazelnut coffee and cream.

How’s that for a way to start a blog post, huh?

Also? I had a peach smoothie for lunch today and, to change things up a bit, I added some cinnamon to it.  Verdict? Peach cobbler in a cup!

If it hadn’t been a year and a half since I last got my period (thank you, endometrial ablation!) I’d say it was PMS but…  well…  I suppose it could be.  Just cuz I don’t bleed doesn’t mean my hormones don’t do insane stuff.  So, yeah, it’s probably PMS making me crave all this crazy sweet stuff when normally I’d rather have spinach and artichoke dip with some chips.

Mmm.  That sounds good.  Be right  back…

Not really!  I just ate, for heaven’s sake. I’m not that bad!

On a serious note…

I got nothing.  My voice is still shot.  (Did I mention that here?  I’ve had a cold for a few weeks now and though the cold is pretty much gone I have a lingering cough but no sore throat and my voice has been gradually going out for two weeks.  Last couple days it’s been worse than ever. I can barely squeak.  It’s ridiculous. I sound ridiculous. Yelling at everyone is very difficult!)  We spend an entire day this weekend cleaning out the laundry room.  Not of laundry, but of the clutter and debris and shit that gets tossed in there.  An. Entire. Day.  It sucked ass.

Between that on Sunday and doing reviews on Saturday and then the play party Saturday night, I feel like I didn’t have any lazy time. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.  I hate that!

Play party was fun, always fun, good people.  We forgot our toy bag, though.  Wtf, right?  Ugh.

And that, really, is about it.  I’m taking my hazelnut coffee, my book and going to flop for the night.

Yes, it’s early.  No, I don’t care.  I’m tired.

Thank you for listening to me be boring. :P

Oh!  One last thing, for those who keep up. We’re getting rid of Bug, the puggle.  Not, like, giving her to a shelter or tossing her out on the freeway or anything.  Heh.  We’re giving her to my brother and his wife as a housewarming gift.  Three dogs has proven to just be too damned much and she, as the puppy, is the hardest to deal with.  The bro and SIL will love her and hug her and spoil her and their 4.5 year old son will have his own little doggie to grow up with.  Yay!  Benefits us all.

And that, really, is it.

~peace