Giddy Up, Wee Cuddies!

Aaah, 13 days of stims and I have finally lost my mind.

Shall I tell you about the night I was trying to sniff Synarel and could not understand why very little was emanating from the evil little nozzle? I was pressing it and pressing it and the stuff started running down my hand. Turned out I had not taken the cap off the nozzle. Oooh-kaaaay!

What about the morning I woke up and got out of bed and looked for my Snoopy slippers? Gotta love those Snoopy slippers to protect my little piggies from the cold bathroom tiles. Anyhoo, I could only find one. I knew I had taken two off the previous night and I always leave them sitting lined up, ready for some hot slipper action at any time. I hunted high and low and still could only find one so I opted for some socks in the interim, whilst almost in tears at the indignity. 3 hours later whilst making the bed - voila, one Snoopy slipper carefully tucked under my pillow as if thoughts of Snoopy babies were to be conjured up overnight. Beagle, anyone?

What about my newly-found addiction to Rock Star INXS? No rational thought enters my mind when I am glued to the box. Mr P could be dancing about and shaking his tailfeather in his Old Navy boxers and I would not tear my eyes away from Dave Navarro. Oh, and that Deanna is really hot too! And that Mig boy!! Yummy. Well, he is Australian. I was sobbing when he played "Baby, I Love Your Way".

Those hormones gonna love you long time.