So, I'm back from my week hiatus.  Since I was public about my curiosity, I'll publicly announce that my Google Reader is currently at 629.  I will also admit that I snuck online a few times and read a few blogs.  So that number should be higher.  Dear Family, I am caught up on your blogs.  Dear Everyone Else, I am far from caught up on your blogs.

That'll teach me

This is what I get for doing laundry.



Yup. That's a blood blister. On my pinky. It has been there for nine days and it still looks like this. Can I just tell you that it hurt like nothing else? Pain... pain... I curled up on my bed for probably 15 minutes because it hurt so much. Luckily, it doesn't hurt at all anymore. But it's still quite ugly.

Also, let it be noted that it is hard to take a picture of your left pinky finger.

It's a Google Miracle!

It's a record-breaking day, folks. My Google Reader is at ZERO new posts. That's right. Zero. None. At all. It's wonderful.

Don't understand why that's so exciting? Yesterday I was at 547.

I'm taking a week off from the Internet next week. It'll be interesting to see how high my Google Reader gets. I'll be honest, I'm slightly terrified.

Close Calls

1)  I was packing and grabbed my bottle of vitamins and noticed the lid was on crooked.  So I tried to twist it off, but it wouldn't come.  So I just pulled and it popped right off.  Tragically, it popped off with a bit of oomph and vitamins went flying everywhere.  As I was down on the floor by my bed, picking up the vitamins, I noticed two very potential dangers... pins!  Yup, that's right.  Two straight pins had been lying on the floor by my bed, just waiting for the right moment to bite me.  Thank you Vitamin Bottle for saving my feet.

2) So, I'm in the shower. I had just put conditioner in my hair, when I turned and saw this ginormous, gigantic, fat, hairy spider crawling on the Heartless Siren's poof. Holy hannah! This thing was huge!!! So then what was I supposed to do? I couldn't shower with that thing! So I jumped outta the shower, opened the toilet, planning on shaking the spider off the poof and into the toilet, but then I realized that to do that, I'd have to touch the poof. And what if the spider came crawling around? Well, then what?! (Said in true Prince Henry, stuck-by-lightening conversation fashion.) So I decided to be brilliant, and I grabbed a comb with the long, pointy handle and used the handle to pick up the poof, then I put it over the toilet and shook it out.  He fell without a fight. Bless him. But then I had to shake out all of the poofs in the shower, and triple check all of the corners to make sure there wasn't another one hiding in there.

shudder

I'm still shaking a bit and my heart is still thudding. Cold One, I blame you. I am certain he was a member of Raoul Mendes' family, coming back for revenge. The things I don't do for you...