I busted out Pickle’s ice bottle again so she can stay cool in the cage. I need to scrub out her “pool” because it looks like I dropped a bit of black dye into it the other day. Currently she’s running around the living room with the rubber keychain, searching for the ultimate hiding place for it, stopping every now and then for a bite to eat behind her cage where she kicks all her food for later consumption.

Today has been hell for my sinuses. For some reason I have been sneezing all friggin day. I’d try to stich a monkey up and I’d have to stop 3 times because of either a sneezing fit or just having one of those drippy-nose feelings that drives you insane, makes you think you’ve somehow managed to fit Niagara Falls somewhere just behind your left eye, and has you reaching for the tissue only to discover you’ve got a couple of tiny but oh-so-stubborn drops of snot that won’t come out no matter what.

I did the dishes this morning after running the dishwasher through 1 cycle while empty just to make certain that things worked. It’s massive compared to our other washer, since the other one was just a countertop-sized washer and this one is a full-sized one that just rolls to the sink. It did everything without a problem (pans and all) and now everything’s clean and ready for dinner tonight. I messaged Eddie to ask him to pick up some taco or fajita kits for dinner tonight, and hopefully he’ll pick that up along with my monkey stuffing, which I forgot to ask about.

We have a dishwasher. Unfortunately we can’t use it yet because we can’t get the hookups put on the sink. We drove down to Mom’s today and ended up taking Nanny’s truck to get its tires replaced and filled the gas tank and got it washed. Eddie found $5 in the parking lot and gave it to the Coventry fire department’s boot drive for Katrina donations when we drove back to our house.

We’re not going to the drive-in tonight (obviously). Eddie’s sleepy. Pickle’s sleepy as well, since she’d been out of the cage pretty much the entire time we’ve been home. When Mom and Brian dropped the dishwasher off, I ran in to pee and she followed right after me. I told her that the bathroom door didn’t close but she could go into the living room and play with Pickle. A few seconds later I hear my mom in the other room saying “hello baby” in the same voice she uses when she sees a baby anything - animal or child. Sure enough, I come into the room to find Mom on the couch with Pickle in her lap, cuddling her. I swear that Mom wants one of her own.

I cooked an awesome dinner of fettucine alfredo with chicken and garlic and Italian bread. It turned out hella yummy.