between bites of homemade apple cake and sips of ginger tea, i'm trying not to hack my lungs out. i am the only one at work today and my poor fingers are freezing.

note to self: learn to work the heating controls!

i've spent the past forty minutes entering data into the palm pilot that i found in my stocking christmas morning. i kept looking for the ipod, but miller suggested that perhaps santa decided i had enough crap toys and not enough time to devote to any of them, so just be happy with the palm. i am.

actually, we made a pact back on tuesday - the day my pluckylucky turned a whopping 3 years old - that neither of us would complain about anything (and we meant ANYTHING) for at least a week.

the result was astounding! though i was sick and he was becoming sick, we had a great time together and truly enjoyed being together. apparently all that complaining and negativity gets in the way... well, i must admit - i complained when he told me someone stole my new scarf, but i quickly got over it.

and how bout that? stealing a scarf! it was sometime during the 18.5 fucking hour long Lord of The Rings movie that it happened. i felt every last minute of that movie. well, really i just felt every last minute of the last hour. could they have dragged that shit out any more?

oh, and diet schmiet! i have eaten everything from bon bons to fried chicken to homemade peanut butter fudge and i've loved every minute. we have to make another trek to east tennessee this weekend, but after that i'm back on the wagon. dammit!