I'm Icky-Sick.

Yeah...coughin', pukin', the usual. I actually called Brian in to cover for me last night, and then tonight decided to go in regardless of the fact I'm still sick. (Rio comes home in the morning, and I figured I can be just as miserable at work as I can at hom, and it would pass the time quicker...) My boss called. She said "So...you just had a 24 hour bug or what?" I said "No...I'm still not really, uh...processing anything through my body. I'm still sick." She said "Sweet. So, you're sick, and waiting on customers?" I said "Yep. If they cared about germs, Chris...they wouldn't come here..." She said "Good point." I love my job.

I keep going back and forth between being sick and being almost sick. Last week...I got all body-achy and stuffed up and feelin' like there was a Volvo parked on my chest, then got a ton of sleep, felt better...then three days later go through it all again. I guess I wish if I were going to get REALLY sick...I'd just get on with it already. If I'm gonna get really sick, I'll take a few days off, (but not off the couch) and get over it already. If not...freakin' let me get on with being normal.

So...what oh what do I talk about tonight? Hmmm...

Oh! I can tell you about Valentines day. Mine didn't suck, for once.

First, Jas suprises me with a new outfit, a bag full of Victoria's Secret (not the super-sexy stuff...get your mind out of the gutter...I got bra's and panties...normal stuff. Though...I did get the new bra that has the gel-stuff in it that makes you look all Pamela-Andersonish...that was cool), and tells me that Rio's coming home Friday. This was Monday night.

Tuesday, on V-Day, we decided to have a special occasion glutton night. We crammed all of our favorite things into one night. So...I went and bought 8 pounds of Jumbo Alaskan King Crab, made our favorite garlic mashed potatoes, made my famous cheddary biscuits, got three huge boxes of chocolate (marischino cherries, the little round trufflles and turtles), a strawberry cheesecake, a half gallon of Superman Ice Cream, and an 8 pack of Mountain Dew (Yeah...I just never get sick of the stuff), and we sat down in front of American Idol all whilst cramming all of this stuff down our throats. It rocked.

I was starting to come down with this whole sickness deal, so he still didn't get any...but it's ok, because I think we were both feeling a little bloated and sugar-coma'd out anyway.

Lemme see...what else? Um...we were dead at the bar tonight. It was ok because the people who WERE there were all good friends of mine. So, it was basically a night out with the gang, and as per usual, I was the sober one.

Eric and Jen came in. Eric cracks my shit UP. He's the typical gay friend that all of us girls have that you just freakin' love. He's an Aveda Consultant/Hair Dresser with a phd in philosophy, and you just want to squeeze his cheeks he's so damn cute. Jen is your typical Goth-Girl with piercings all over her self who is so brilliant, you swear you can see the glow that surrounds her super-sized brain. They are a freakin' riot. Eric sings, and I love to listen to him. He sang Bridge Over Troubled Water, which of course brought tears to all of our eyes because the last time we heard him sing it was at his Dad's funeral last year. It was amazing.

Ummmm, Chris (not boss-Chris...Friend-Chris) ended up going into the ER tonight because she's sick too, and I'm thinking probably has Strept Throat...her throat was so swollen that I couldn't see past that little hangy thing in the middle. (Isn't that called the Uvula or something?!) So, Brian took her in. I don't know what the results of that adventure are yet. I'd imagine that with Foote Hospital's delightful system, she's probably still sitting in the waiting room waiting to be seen. It's 3:38 am, I got the text message at 10:14 pm that she was going, and yeah...I'd say that's probably about right. She'll see an actual physician somewhere around the apocalypse.

I'm so geeked about Rio coming home tomorrow. I can't even begin to tell you. I mean...I have this thought bubble/daydream cloud above my head that's playing re-runs of all the cool stuff this damn bird and I are going to do together. I've been waiting for a long damn time to bring him home, and I just can't stop thinking about it. I don't think I've been this excited about something since I was a kid.

I just imagine his antics, his clownish little attitude...and I just think it's going to be awesome. It's like having a live-in comedian. He's hillarious.

One cool little thing I picked up today (or really...just figured out after all this time) is that his high-pitched screech that he emits -- actually has a purpose. I finally correlated that the scream comes after he sees or hears a new person come into the store that he doesn't know....but only when he's on me. It's his alarm-cry. He's telling me that there's possible danger near, and the tone he tells me in is DEAFENING. I finally put it together when I had him up by the counter at the front of the store, and a woman came in. Screech 1. Then about 3 or 4 minutes later a second woman came in. Screech 2. Then, a guy came around the corner of the bookshelf that I didn't see come in. Screech 3. Then cash, the manager, Kelly's husky jumped up onto the counter with his front paws...screech 4.

At least it has a purpose. Now, I can work with that. When I finally figured it out, when he'd screech, I'd say "Thank you, Rio. I see it." Then, he'd get comfortable again, and go back to whatever it was that he was doing (gnawing on a button, preening my hair, trying to get that persistent brown stain off my cheek ((mole)), spinning my necklace around and around my neck...that sorta stuff.

So...that's the scoop of my day. How was yours?

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oooooh....ps! I uploaded more pics to the Flickr account. Some of the bar, halloween, a few of one of the great big searches we did this past summer...there's a hillarious one of a car. Go check that one out. Actually...that car deserves it's own post. I'll get to it...LOL