Things on Tuesday

Sometimes you're the bug (yuck):

• People here are sick.  Not in the pleasant, "telling Helen Keller jokes" way, but sick.  Work-wife Aimee is out sick again today; Staceypunkin has a migraine, and the lady over there -------------> has a really nasty cold. 
• I swear, the cold lady over there ----------------> sounds like somebody drinking clam chowder through a milkshake straw.
• Horrors! Saturday night at dinner? Somebody swooped down over our table and stole--STOLE, I tell you--my pepperoncini out of the giant salad bowl.  There were two of them.  One for Punkin and one for me.  She swears she didn't see anything.  I'm sure she's telling the truth, although she was awful burpy the rest of the night.
• The continued Venusian weather.
• I woke up ten minutes before my alarm went off.  I was having a great dream, too.

Sometimes you're the windshield (YAY!):

• I'm not sick at the moment, nor do I have a headache.
• When I finally did get to sleep, I had an epic dream.  It was spectacular.  I credit fresh garlic and having watched Alfred Hitchcock's "The Lady Vanishes" right before bed. I can't remember what happened, but I think Michael Redgrave was in it, and it involved a train. 
• Waking up with my right hand completely numb, but soon assessing that it's because Ana-Sofia Vargas was asleep on it.
• Thank God, those two were not the final two pepperoncinis on Earth; there will be other opportunities to get one before they're all gone.  I just have to eat more Wonka bars.
• Despite her migraine, Stacey reports 10 fingers, 10 toes, one belly-button, and a very steady pulse.
• Me, too: 10, 10, 1, steady.
• Have a great Tuesday