yesterday i came home from work after stopping to buy yet another bag of cat litter--why do they have to do things like poo and pee and vomit?? once home, i resisted the urge to sleep. friday afternoons have a powerful sleepy voodoo for me. last friday i went for a half hour napiloo at 3pm and ended up waking up after 7pm thinking it was morning and why did i sleep in my clothes? i had to do my paper route the next day. shhh don't tell. well the urge was strong yesterday but i fought it for a couple of hours of world wide web surfing and then forced myself to a 18 minute ttap work out. start with the slumpies end with all the energy of the world and bounce through your paper route like a girl on fire (that's my song. sorry katniss. this girl is on fi-YAH! this girl is on fi-YAH-eh-ehhh!)--that was my plan and it worked. i didn't get out on my route until almost 6 and by the time i was on the last stretch the twilight was deepening into darkness and i was feeling the occasional drop of rain and them bam! it started to rain hard. you know what? it felt good. it seems unwise to say, knowing what novembers can be like around here, but as the rain bounced off the road and smacked into my skin, and rolled down my cheek, over my lip and into my mouth, i thought "oh yeah--rain. i missed you rain. welcome back." rolling my mostly empty cart (i ALWAYS have too many papes. sometimes a whole extra bundle. grrrr) through the dark park, my t-shirt was so wet it was sticking to my stomach. and when i looked at myself in the kitchen mirror--don't you have a kitchen mirror??--i saw that my t-shirt, a light blue had become a shocking sheer. thank you darkness for your protection.
i still had so much energy after the 2 hour route and nothing to electrocute with it, but luckily bethany called and i was able to sizzle her with some of it. much of my method consisted of dying old man speech and random creepy creature of darkness speeches, both of which i very much enjoyed and i'm sure bethany simply adored as well. frankly she knows how adorbs i am and it pleases her.
i would just like to say that while writing the above paragraphs i have endured over 5 minutes of continuous gross sounds coming from my neighbour's bathroom, aka my bedroom wall, consisting of phlemmy, barfy coughs, violent horks, and vicious nose blowing in many various and horrifying combinations. cross your figers, i think i have weathered the storm. the storm of putrid grossness that my neighbour inflicts on me from time to time.
well it is time to share more tramp pics. the facts of the case are these. after a taste of tramp pics, one always wants more. and on a lazy sunday summer afternoon, delanie, sarah, madeloop and i were all squished on madelaine's bed looking at pics on my lap top and we determined once and for all to take some more tramp pics. here is a sample of what was accomplished. i think you will agree that we are rad and maybe awesome as well, you might even want to say things like 'adorbs' and 'amazeballs'. i won't stop you.
in this first pic we were still ridding the tramp of chilluns. sarah, while rocking a good hip and butt tuck jump, ruthlessly knocks over baby and madelaine tells her so.
ahhh the faces! the FACES. they kill me.
a change of positions. let's go to colour, shall we?