Notes on OAA, Round 3

I worry that that winding down sound a plane makes as it nears the airport means its certain doom. Like lightning, I wait for the thunder to follow, but fortunately, no plane has ever fallen from the sky within earshot.

Caffeine and I are still at odds. Tea makes my heart race like a greyhound's, and yet, in an effort to make myself immune, I keep drinking it only to experience the same results.

I have become more and more fearful of spiders. Still not so afraid that it's rubber room time, but the fear is approaching s*****fish levels. (Still can't type that word. Even spelling it in my head while punching in asterisks makes me a wee bit queasy.)

My mailbox needs to have the sawdust removed from its lid. Maybe tomorrow.

Kelly Sue, I found your birthday card. Finally.

I have two photos taped to my computer - one of Abe Zelmanowitz and one of Carl Kasell from NPR.

I have an unhealthy addiction to Post-It notes.

I also have an unhealthy addiction to the Spinach & Artichoke Egg Soufflés from Panera Bread.

This evening I was caught waving at a dog.

Lip Venom is really just that. Venom. As in someone should have sucked it off my lips because of the burning. But, by golly it works. And it also cleared my sinuses for a bit.

If I were independently wealthy, I would occasionally check into hotels for a night, just to check 'em out. I'd have a little bag packed and ready in my trunk and would just pick a local hotel for an evening or two and spend the days exploring the neighborhood and spend the evenings ordering room service pie and taking baths just because I can.