We’re planning on staying in tonight and tomorrow.  We bought $50 worth of food and crap at the store before Eddie left tonight, so we’ve got enough to get us to Sunday when we go to Mom’s house.  Tonight?  Buffalo chicken strips and fries, with assorted alcoholic beverages made from the leftover booze in the booze cabinet.  So far we each have a vodka and Coke, which uses up all the vodka in the house.  We’ve also got a large bottle of tequila brought direct from Mexico and half a small bottle of Jägermeister that I bought last spring.  Obviously, I don’t imagine that either of us will be able to type by the end of the night, and to make matters more interesting, Eddie’s making a packy-run tomorrow because we conveniently live around the corner from a small store that has a decent selection of decent and not so decent booze.

For some reason, I imagine that tomorrow he’ll come home with something good for himself, and a $2 bottle of Mad Dog or Midnight Hobo or Old English for me.  *blech*  As long as it’s something good, I’ll drink it, and I have a feeling that this might be a rather blurry weekend.  This can be a good thing, because while I’m drunk Eddie is more easily seduced by my womanly wiles, and if the sex is as good as it was last night (ever had great sex and wake up still horny?  I was like that all day), I hope that I can remember it.
Pickle is starting to be a bit less obsessive about the back of the TV stand, although she does still go back there at least once a day.  She’s also picked up a few peculiar habits that are absolutely adorable.

First of all, she’s developed a habit of kissing me.  Or, at least that’s what I call it when I pick her up and she proceeds to make out with my chin.  She’ll sit there for 5 minutes or so and just slather me with little ferrety kisses until I finally have to put her down because it tickles too much.

Second, she sings.  Unfortunately I’m the only one who has seen this yet.  I had wound up a Christmas ornament with a music box in it, and she ran all around the living room dooking the entire time that it was playing.  I wound it back up a few times just to see it happen again, but she wouldn’t repeat her performance later when Eddie was home.

She’s still loving her long tube.  This afternoon she ran through it about 10 times at full speed, running out of the end and spinning around to run back into the same end, only to come out of the other end.  It was really, really cute.  Loud, because not only was she running through the foil tube as though I had plans to eat her, but she had left one of her plastic balls in the rube so that was making noise as well.  Add to the mess the sound of her bolting out and sliding across the hardwoods and you can imagine what it sounded like.

We had a quiz in class today that I know I probably completely borked. As in, our teacher told us to study IV information (types of IVs, how each works, etc) and somehow my brain translated and stored that information as “study and know everything except the IV information.” However, I still managed to finish before the end of the 2 hours he ended up giving our stupid asses.

Poor Eddie. He went into work feeling like complete shit yesterday morning, but he was a brave-little-toaster and stuck it out for the entire day. When he got to my mother’s he was feeling better, but as the night wore on he was complaining of being cold. When we got back home, we each checked emails, then he went and took a shower. He came out, wrapped himself up in the comforter and snuggled on the couch with me. We watched the last half of ER together, and he gave me a kiss towards the end. It was then that I noticed he was hot.

Well, we already knew he’s a hotty to start with, but he was just hotter. I told him to go take his temp, and sure enough he was at about 101F. He’d taken some Advil Cold earlier, so I knew it was just a matter of time before he cooled off, so I got to enjoy my own personal heat source in bed with his all curled up against me.

Eddie’s Mom is cooking tonight. I think we’re also having ice cream cake, but that might be tomorrow because I’m not sure how long it needs to set. Pickle is going over again, and she’s getting a bath because she managed to get Ferritvite on her chest and she can’t reach it to lick off. Danielle is going over to see Pickle, but I’m not sure how long she’ll be there for. I’m also bringing one of the gates over so that she (Pickle, not Danielle) can run loose in the hallway where she can’t get into trouble rather than being constantly harnessed and dragging me through the house. She’s completely facinated by my mother’s bathroom rug for some reason, and loveloveloves rubbing herself all over it and rolling around. Freaky little thing.

Tomorrow we get to sleep late. This is awesome, because every single day this week I’ve wanted to do nothing more than sleep later than 6am.

The trip to the vet was fine. Pickle eagerly sucked down her medicine before we left, but it didn’t do anything to sedate her until about 5 minutes before we were seen, and even then it didn’t do much to her. She took her rabies shot like a champ, and the vet said she’s got the most adorable little black nose and cutest name. She also said she was a chunky ferret, tipping the scales at just over 2lbs.

We headed to Mom’s house from the vet’s, where she got to run around Nanny’s house where there’s nothing for her to really get into. Or so we thought, until she figured out how to get into the bottom drawer of Nanny’s massive antique desk. She also investigated every nook and cranny in the place, poking her head out every couple of minutes as if to say “get this dustbunny off my face!” Then she got to run around upstairs in Mom’s place, which she loved, and Tuffy (the dog) loved even more. Tuffy was very interested in Pickle, giving her the traditional ass sniffing, but Pickle completely ignored him after sniffing his face once. Then she spent the rest of the night curled up in the dog crate under a jacket while Tuffy sat at the door and stared at her, wanting her to come out and play. Mom held her and she snuggled right up to her, a sure sign that the combination of the Benedryl and busy day had completely worn her out, as she never sits still. She did manage to get enough energy on the way home to completely tears apart the inside of her carrier in attempts to get out.

Tomorrow is supposed to be fucking nasty out all day. Thankfully we’re no going anywhere, unless we hit the grocery store later in the afternoon. I’m going to dye my hair and play WoW and work on the monkey a bit, and maybe put on a movie or two. Eddie will sleep late. Sunday we’ll sleep late and go back to Mom’s.

I was voted “most likely to be contacted” should aliens manage to decipher my RSS feed and read my site. Would I get an anal probe? Because I don’t want to be probed. Only Eddie is allowed to do that, and even that is rare. Probe or not, I’ll be showcased tomorrow on the front page of Blog In Space. Funkycool.

Yes, I just made that word up.

Pickle tried to help me study and do homework tonight. She took books, pens, a half-filled bottle of Coke, and notebooks out of my bag, crawled under and on top of my book while I was reading, attempted to rip pens out of my hands while I made notes, and ate half a Post-It note. There were also several rousing games of “you call them pant legs, I call them tunnels” and “here, allow me to chew through your bra strap” and “yeah, I bit your arm, what the fuck are you going to do about it, hmm?”

Eddie cooked pork chops with brown rice tonight. Not half bad. We probably won’t be buying that rice again though, because we both seem to prefer white rice instead.

Oh well, off to shower and relax for a little while with WoW (hit level 26 on my main tonight, then got ganked by some dickhead orc) and most definitely Law & Order.