Productive in the Eleventh Hour

I'm being a YouTube music whore and thinking about taking this bra off soon.  It's past 9pm and I can tell....the bra and the boobs would like to clock out from each other and take a breather.  

I have 1930s big band playing to my left so that the sickety sick child can sleep to it.  My earbuds are in and attempting to block out the jazz so I can listen to the Moondoggies.  Some sort of evilish cough, wearing a seasonal fever and heavy dose of sleep has decided that my daughter makes for good lodging.   I am hoping when it decides to head back on the road that I won't be a pit stop.  

It snowed all day. From about 6:45am til now.  And it is still going.  Not a flake stuck to the ground.  But at some point by 8:30pm, it started to coat the roads.  Ah.  This is like.  This means I shall work from home tomorrow most likely. I ran out at lunch to buy some throat friendly items for the Humanling. 

Our local grocery store is pretty clean.  I've rarely seen anything there that grossed me out as far as upkeep.  Today I was bitch slapped and then punched up the nose walking past the rest rooms.  I was a good five to six feet away from the doorway that even lead to the bathrooms.  All I know is that I felt violated.  I was breathing in the output of a stranger.  And it was truly vile.

It was so vile that a store employee was even standing outside of the bathrooms....much in the way that the person who heard the screams and called 911 is waiting outside for the cops to arrive.

So as the snow falls, I will continue to catch up on some reading.  There can never be enough reading ever Still taking applications for vampires who are willing to turn me so that I can read for eternity.  

Cleanup in Aisle All of Them

Now just so you know, especially you guys who are DYING to file this information under Too Much, I do get queasy during certain times of the month. I never thought it really affected where I would decide to frequent. One place that has been crossed off my list is the bathroom at Michaels, the craft store. When Humanling and I moseyed into the bathroom, I peeked into the stalls to of course see where the cleanest one was to send her (hands are usually practically playing in the toliet water. I don't know why she doesn't just torture me further and carry her toothbrush to dip in it on these occasions).

Ever hear the term Baby Barf? Upon viewing the selection, I know I felt the extra saliva function kicking in and I'm not usually a queasy person with visuals. Smells, maybe, but not visuals. One stall door was closed with the Out of Order quarantine sign on it. I don't even want to imagine what was brewing in there after setting eyes on the actual functioning appliances.

You would think with Michael's being a craft store that they could have at least propped the bathrooms a bit. You know, a chocolate fondue fountain here, a Woodstock tie dye toliet there.

While One of us didn't seem disturbed by this layout, the other one most surely skipped the chocolate Frosty at Wendy's afterward.