Let it…SNOW??!?

OooooooOOOooooo! Check it out: A Friday the 13th post. And also snow? Who ordered THAT up? It was full blown snow storming here yesterday with big slightly slushy flakes that actually managed to cover the ground. Gah! Fortunately, the ground is way too warm for any prolonged snow stickage so anyplace that wasn’t holding the snow aloft (which would be any place that wasn’t vegetation I guess) didn’t have snow accumulation. Sadly, this did not include bits of the ivy covered window well wall so looking out gave us a view of sloppy snow spluttering from the sky and making the vines snow accented. Brrrrrrr.

Is it a bad sign when you wake up on Friday the 13th to “Yheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Hnyeeeeeeeeeeeee.”? Because that noise woke me from a dead sleep sometime around 4:00 this morning.

“Yheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Hnyeeeeeeeeeeeee.”
Errrr…?
“Yheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Hnyeeeeeeeeeeeee.”
What….it’s 4:00 in the morning. What is making that noise?
“Yheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Hnyeeeeeeeeeeeee.”
Uh….it’s coming from the foot of the bed. That can’t be good. Oh. It’s coming from a cat. That can’t…well I guess that’s a better noise coming from a cat than some sort of evil demon monster thing. Still, that’s not a really good cat noise.
“Yheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Hnyeeeeeeeeeeeee.”
“Little Kitty, you alright?”
PA-CHOOOOOOOO!
“Awww Little Kitty yuck! It’s too early in the morning to deal with cat snot!!”

It seems like Little Kitty’s managed to get herself a cat cold. I will report that after her one giant 4am typhoon sneeze, she was sounding much less wheezy and settled down to finish out the rest of the wee hour napping. The poor thing has a case of goopy eye and is prone to periodic sneezing fits. I think she is also a little more lethargic this morning but with her it’s hard to tell. More lethargic might equate to only changing positions in the kitty bed once for her entire day of rigorous snoozing, versus her normal two or three times. Hey, it takes a lot of energy to get up, turn around and go back to sleep.

And now, from cat snot to Frankenfinger…it’s an all yuck Friday the 13th review! Actually, Frankenfinger isn’t so bad this time out but I am starting to get tired of hangnails getting all cranky on me. Why can’t I ever have a hangnail that just sort of quietly sits there on my finger and doesn’t bother me? NooooOOOOoooo, I have to always get the infected owwie hangnails that take a couple days of band-aids, fizzy goop and Neosporin to make them quit with the hurt. And what’s with my fingers manufacturing the hangnails like they were some hot item that couldn’t be kept on the shelves? Stupid fingers.

Anyway, Frankenfinger started out as a bit of dry skin and possibly a hangnail, both of which kept snagging on things. I hate when little dry or pokey bits hang up on stuff because inevitably, it’ll catch on something and rip off in a most gruesome way. So I picked at the skin and pulled the hangnail (because I never have proper implements of finger smoothing when I run into a snag crisis) until my finger was reasonable snag free. Unfortunately, I think I got a little too enthusiastic and Frankenfinger got a little bit raw and a touch bleedy. No worries, I thought that a little soap and water would fix Frankenfinger right up.

For the record, a little soap and water never fixes any hangnail thing of mine right up. I have the weakest finger fortitude ever encountered on a human being because my hangnails almost inevitably get cranky unless I go the whole rubbing alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, Neosporin, band-aid route first thing. You would think that a little soaping would do the trick but no. So Frankenfinger is all bandaged up today and hurting the hurt of hurts. On the plus side, I am stylin with a glittery band-aid I found in our miscellaneous stash of band-aid bits. Whoooo!

And that, I do believe, is all I have for you today. Aren’t you glad you tuned in? Yuck!


Last year at the booniverse: In the middle of bite hand, he wigged completely out and launched himself into the top of my pants and then kept on going right down a pant leg.

Last last year at the booniverse: I asked DQ whether she knew what the voltage to her house was and how many cycles it had or if I needed to call her Electric Light Company to get the information.

The year before at the booniverse: Parshallville. Hee. I love that name, like the place isn’t big enough to be a real ville.

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