Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Stop kissing me, woman!

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Well, would you look at that

Spring is...springing. Sort if. If you ignore the little snowflakes scattered around. And the fact that I nearly froze bits off taking this picture. Then again, my bits often claim to be freezing off in the middle of June, so they're not what you'd call reliable for gauging temperatures.

What kind of idiot flower decides to come out in this weather? I'm hoping it's got psychic abilities, and that it's out because it somehow KNOWS that winter is dead. 'Cause let's face it; winter pretty much stops being interesting once Christmas is over. Unless you're one of those crazy people who like to throw themselves off of mountains with flat sticks strapped to their legs.


Here's a picture of the pretty little idiot.

Saturday, February 09, 2013

I go fakir!

Ever heard of those plastic 'bed of nails' things that are all the rage these days? Well, at least they are in this part of the world. I'm taking about acupuncture mats, like This one from amazon.

The mister's physio therapist told him that she had one, and it had "melted her brain" to such a degree that she had been unable to focus on the book she was reading. Well, since the mister has back issues, he went out and got one.

The first time he tried it, he fell asleep for an hour and woke up looking so dopey, I half expected him to start drooling. I didn't mind the idea of having my brain melted, too, so I decided to try it. The mister explained how the trick is to just relax all your muscles and the thing will eventually become comfortable to lie on.

I did so well, he decided to document it. Don't I look relaxed?

Saturday, February 02, 2013

January whatnots

This month, I was all set to take lots of pictures of stuff getting wet in the rain. Then Outside suddenly decided to go all wintry on me. As soon as it starts to snow, Pooch can sense it. Pooch can sense the falling snow, even from her deepest sleep in front of the fire, and then she has to go outside IMMEDIATELY. Until her toes get cold. Then she has to come inside IMMEDIATELY. Pooch is weird. And spoiled, as the mister likes to point out.