Joy

7:52 a.m.

You know what's funny when you have a stomach infection? Getting prescribed an antibiotic where the main side effects are nausea, dizziness, and vomiting! Comedic gold, you guys.

Gold.

Also, just tack on one of those pleasant antibiotic-induced girly infections, and a trip to the store for medicine because I couldn't let J buy that for me, and nearly puking at the store, and then checking out when my only item was that box, that blatantly screaming box that tells the entire store of the angriness that is going on in my girl junk, and then the cashier was all, "You don't need a BAG for this, do you?" It wasn't like I was buying a Dr. Pepper. COME ON.

I shoved it in my purse and went home to dry heave.

Hilarious!

Who's writing this stuff? Come on. I want to know.

Also, because they have perfect timing and haven't really been getting sick at all since we switched them to the new food, the cats decided yesterday was a good day to projectile vomit all over the mud room. Which induced more gagging on my part.

I think it was this one:





































Coltrane is fairly evil. Lately she has taken to sitting across the room and staring at us accusingly, biting my leg, and, well.

Sleeping in this Halloween decoration's lap:




















We drug it out of a closet and haven't packed it yet (because...how do you pack that thing?) and we've even caught her LICKING HIS FACE.

Behold the peace on her creepy little face:




















The other night we were on the couch and the trio of pets were lying on the floor and staring at us, as usual, and someone on television said something about giving birth. I crooned to the dog, "Monk, do you want to give birth?" because I am Crazy and Like That, and then said, "Coltrane, do you want to give birth?"

J replied, "Coltrane would give birth to spiders."

(I married the best man ever.)

In Kansas, J's family kept asking when we were going to have a baby (hi! we got married in June!) and he kept saying awesome things like "She's already got a dog and two cats" and "Baby? You mean a puppy." I love him and he is awesome. Even though he laughs sort of, you know, disbelievingly when I say the pets bring joy into my life.

But! It's true.

Even this brings me joy:


























Love,
black sheeped