Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Turtle Killed Kirby

From the moment I saw his tall shiny stature, I knew it was love. I just had to have him for my own. I needed my Kirby! Turtle won't admit that he was jealous of my love for Kirby. But I knew because Turtle did everything he could to come between us. I saw through Turtle's stonewalling and rants about how expensive he was; he wasn't worth it; trying to compare him to cheaper competitors.

Finally, after days and days of debate and discussion; long searches on E-Bay, we brought one home for our very own. Still Turtle did all he could to turn my love into something bitter. Mocking my affections....

We've only had Kirby a short time, he's given so much to us. Cleaning all the dirt without a complaint. And then last week, tragedy struck. Turtle killed Kirby. He took him apart and can't get him back together. His shiny metal front is cracked in half. There may be no hope for our cleaning friend.

Now we need a surgeon to see if Kirby can be put back together again. Maybe they can rebuild him, better, stronger: A Bionic Kirby?

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Blessed, Blessed Cold

I'm all alone lying in bed. The beautiful AC unit is set to 68 degrees and the thermostat says it's currently 71. I'm wearing nothing but a wife beater and undies...since I'm alone I don't have to worry about freezing anyone else out. My laptop is beside me on a pillow with Zodiac booted up in the DVD player ready to watch.

The only warmth around me is River, curled up between my legs; and Boy curled up on my right side. Their slight warm bodies feel good against the frigid air, little bumps of heat but not enough to cause me any discomfort.

I can feel the goosebumps on my arms and legs. I like the coldness in my extremities.

At this moment I'm feeling pretty content. Just to lay in bed and do nothing but soak up the cold and not worry about anyone else's discomfort. After the unrelenting heat of the week, this is a perfect moment.

As the room cools even more I begin to feel my strenght returning. As I bask in the cold blasts of air swirling in the room I feel my body begin to re-energize and strength returns. I wish I could be this cold all the time.

Happy Accident to Celebrate: Who needs Sun worshipping when you can worship the cold?