Sleepy Chic

When I ask Abe how I look in the morning, he laughs and says, "So Angela." I am not sure what this means. He claims it is a good thing. Anyways, sleepy chic is what happens when I forget to pull out clothes the night before. It can get a bit wild. Enough that people notice when I am not wearing "sleepy chic."
Sleepy chic also usually involves sitting on the edge of the bed for about 10 minutes trying to think of something to wear before giving up and grabbing what looks good.

Some good bed time reading so you will wake up refreshed? The first volume of Spaz Hands in a lovely print collection! No nightmares not guaranteed.

Listing

High school was a high point in my list making. I made so many lists. And as a pack rat, I kept a lot of them. I didn't learn HTML until maybe 2003. Just last week I finally got rid of the notes I wrote down when I was trying to teach myself. For some reason, I had a class about making a website without any HTML requirements. I ended up making it in Word!
Fake creatures was another thing I did in high school. I have a notebook full of them. All designed for the same planet. A lot of them based on my friends at the time. :) Above is Leeloo, based on Lael, I think, and Rooni, based on Roni (it's part gazelle, part lion). These are based on my memory because the notebook is currently in storage. Yes, I still have them.

Even the collection of the first year in a print volume has a list of "characters" that are in it.

Squirrel!

We've moved offices since this, but at our old office for my day job, I had a nice window seat. (Now I am in the middle of the building and all the windows are tinted.) And right outside my window was a little tree. And in that tree, there were often squirrels. I never jumped out of my seat, but that was mostly because I didn't want the squirrel to see me and run away. 

Man I  miss having a window.

If you are as excited as me, you can fill your time rereading the first year of comics, but in print!

Grey hairs?

So I have quite a few grey hairs. It is always shocking to see how many more I have each time I stop dying my hair.But sometimes they turn out to be dog hairs. I can't believe how much dog hair is embedded in my hair at any given time.

And I don't pick to find them to pull them out. I just want to look at them closer. For some reason, I like to find the spot where it changed color. Which is kind of a dumb thing since I only have a few inches of undyed hair. :)

I should also mention, you can buy a beautifully printed (well, I like it) collection of my first year of comics on the Flying Dodo Etsy store. It is pretty drastic how much the comic has changed in style since I started it a year and a half ago.

spidERS!

Ugh. I hate spiders. There is often a spider just hanging in the middle of the hallway from my front door to the car first thing in the morning. I don't think I have run smack into any of them, but who knows that early in the morning.

Fffffffart

How does he not find me disgusting? :)

Tea FTW

Yum, tea. I drink so much tea.

Scary farts

Yeah. Nisa is gross. But Ernie's farts don't even phase him.

Animal smothers

Over the course of the week of watching my mom's place, the pets were getting more and more lonely until I was smothered in them. Kikkens is the little grey cat. Curry is the monsterous ragdoll cat, and Blue is the dog. Kikkens never did end up on my head, but it came pretty close. And Blue did prefer trying to crawl into my lap than chase the ball.