Spider Tag and We're not going anywhere...

When we have the time, we don't have any money.
And when we have a little money, we don't have any time.
Always too much month at the end of the money, ya know?

Today was the first day of a 4 day weekend for me. My alarm clock was set for 8:30!!

So I celebrated not having to get up at 5 by getting up about 4:45 to pee.

::sigh::

This was okay, that way I avoided wetting the bed. (We all know there are some wet spots that are more socially acceptable than others.)

I went back to bed.

And the little hamster got on the wheel and started running around inside my brain. I hate that little bastard. I really do. But I don't know how to keep him from being the obnoxious little shit that he is. When he starts running, there's not a lot I can do to stop him.

So while Eric was getting ready for work, I got up, too. Put on pajama pants and slippers and a jacket and sat here at the table while he got ready for work. We had some conversation, then he went into the living room to catch the headlines and I listened to him talking back to the reporters on the news, something he does daily. He's pretty funny, and it always makes me laugh to hear the stuff he says.

He points out to them how stupid they sound, he makes fun of them for being "LIVE!! Where something happened YESTERDAY!!" 
Or..
"Live!! Where something will happen nine hours from now!!!"
"Mobile newsroom? Guys! It's a fuckin' van!!"

They never listen to him, though.
And they repeat the horrendous stupid every single weekday morning.
Good entertainment for me.
I smile all the way to work most mornings.

After he left for work, I put my flax seed filled packs in the microwave, heated them up nicely and took them back to bed with me.
I could have slept until noon except I had an appointment with Dr. Dirtball at 10. I have this weird moley thing on my right leg that I wanted her to take a look at.

I got up about 8:30 and had a warm itchy spot on my left bazoom... put on my whisker glasses and took a look. Two itty bitty little fang marks in the center of a red spot about the size of a dime. Shit. Tagged by a spider.

It's really not fair, I always put spiders outside when I find them, rather than smashing them. I don't let 'my' kids kill them, either, instead rescuing them and releasing them outdoors. So why did one bite me? I guess my reputation isn't as stellar as I thought.

Figures. But I didn't feel sick or feverish or achy or anything, so I put some cortisone on it after my shower and dismissed it from my universe.

Dr. Dirtball looked at my leg for me. She explained that there are certain signs one looks for if a mole has become something scary, and this one only had one sign, the dry, ashy appearance/feel. So she measured it and will check it every time I go see her. Unless it starts to grow or bother me, she says it's a perfectly normal thing. There was even a name for it, but don't ask me what the hell it was. My memory isn't that long.

I've been seeing my doctor a long time though, and she knows me. So she said, "Unless you're lying awake at night and thinking you're dying... then we'll do a biopsy."

I'll try not to do that.

I took Lyssa to JoAnn for some fabric to make the latest thing that has grown in her imagination. (Remember the dragon ?) I'll post photos when she's done with her latest idea.

There was this big assed wire bin out front full of little bird houses. I raided it last year about this time for 'my' kids. And damned if I didn't do it again. 25 of them. Buck apiece. But they had so much fun with them before... I'll put them away for a day when I want to let them drag out paint and make a mess. One of my supply orders this year was a bunch of paint bottles with the brushes built right in. I haven't tried them with acrylic paint yet, it might work.

So I had this whole day and didn't do a single load of laundry or clean the bathroom or recycle the papers that are still on my table. I... relaxed.

I then called in eight hours of vacation time.

And I don't feel like I wasted even one second of my day.
:)