Archive | March 8, 2007

Little Things

By on March 8, 2007 in Uncategorized

You know what will get my under my skin quicker than anything else?  Runs in my stocking.  I just feel so unkempt.  Not like I planned it, not like I let it happen, but still.. I feel so JUDGED.

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Quick Scent Memory

By on March 8, 2007 in The Unexplainable

So there is one scent that ALWAYS makes me feel like spring is here: self-tanner.  This morning, after I showered (and was running late), I applied the Jergens Healthy Glow moisturizer that I use every spring/summer, and the scent is just constantly making me itch to be outside.  The scent is not necessarily a pleasant one, but it’s one chock-full of memories of lacy camis and shrugs and flip-flops and visits to Bru’sters and wine on the porch and finding Orion’s belt.

That’s all.

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Best Wishes, Katie Couric

By on March 8, 2007 in Uncategorized

Katie Couric, please-PLEASE-please stop leaving spam comments on my blog regarding Dawson’s Creek.  I have no idea why you are so obsessed (although Joshua Jackson reminds me of my first true love, so that I get), but there is no need to inundate my Akismet folder daily with it.  Thank you.

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I don’t DO litter boxes.

By on March 8, 2007 in The Biotch, The Blushing Bride

Bryan is out of town a lot recently.  He calls it “making money”, which sounds like a good thing, but it really just means “I’ll be gone” to me.  The first night he’s gone is always nice because I can do my Secret Single Behavior that I don’t do while he’s there.  I go running.  I clean the house.  I take a long bath and then walk around the house nekkid.  I loofah the callouses off my feet.  I eat (::gasp!::) NOTHING for dinner.  It’s a slight reminder of the Sarah I used to be.

But things also tend to happen when Bryan leaves.  The two biggest ones are 1) the cats (FRIDAY) get offended at his departure and start “forgetting” to use the litter box (and, instead, ALWAYS use the bathmat) and 2) I sleep like a BABY.  I sleep soundly, deeply, and I always.. ALWAYS.. oversleep.

I don’t know why I don’t feel the need to acknowledge my alarm when Bryan is not there, but I consistently doze until WAAAAY too late in the morning.  Even when I have the most sincere and great intentions to get up when it goes off (at 5:20) and take Charlie running.  Nope, inevitably, I will wake up and find the clock glaring 6:30 at me.  And I HATE running late.

So he needs to come home and disrupt my early-morning sleep again.

And retrain those damn cats on where their shit is acceptable.

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