Where Chickens Wear Rubber Gloves and Nothing is As It Seems...
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Post 4 of 30, AKA: I'm SIIIIICK!!
I have my daughter’s flu bug. I feel like shit, and all I want to do is sleep. This, of course, is what inevitably happens when I do stupid things like signing up to update my blog everyday for a month. Meh.
A mother and proud owner of a cat, I pride myself on my ability to scream over my child. I lost my ability to ambulate about a year ago, and often find myself stuck in chairs until someone comes home to rescue me. My saving grace in these moments is Heather Armstrong, proud owner and creator of www.dooce.com .
Though we have never met, Heather continues to keep me amused with her posts. My cat is a big fan of Heather because her site saves Him from being the sole source of my amusement during the day. (He hates it when I make him juggle and tap-dance...) My great aspiration in life is to find a production company that desperately needs an immobile, cranky old bitch to play a part in an Academy Award winning movie. Barring that, I will settle for being able to have sex one more time before I die. My genitals have forgotten their purpose in life. Yesterday, my vagina informed me firmly that it wants to be emancipated.