AARUGH!

Got a cold or some other nameless variety of cootie bugging me tonight. Came on just like that. No warning at all…one moment I’m fine, then the next thing I know I’m deep in whiney-land with a sore throat and chills.

Veg out time. HGTV. Watch people buy, sell, renovate houses. No plot to follow. Just be there for the final reveal. The last five minutes where OMG–I so want to live in that renovated basement apartment. Love the shiny glass tiles on the wall. And the furniture. But mostly I want to live there because it’s CLEAN. Not a dirty sock in sight. And look–a bowl of oranges on the counter. I like oranges….

That’s where my attention span is tonight. Somewhere on the sofa between a couple of dogs, fixating on other people’s houses.

And on-line solitaire. Greatest mind-suck of them all. Except for the distracting Frye boot ads that scroll up the side and catch my eye. Because every once in awhile I see a boot I have to have and click on it. Which screws up my game, totally. I lust after the distressed leather, because I go for the ones that look like they’ve been worn around a barn for years and years and I want them real bad. So bad I dare to click again to see if they have them in my size and color.

Fortunately they don’t. Which is good, really. Because otherwise I’d have some ‘splain’ to do when UPS delivers enough boots to shod a couple dozen feet.

And I only have two.