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pain week


Day Two of what I'm calling Pain Week, I'm sitting here with a kleenex stuffed up my left nostril, struggling to breathe and for some reason my teeth ache and my back hurts and my groin hurts and I've got a million not-so-fun things to do (although certain agents out there claim they should be fun, as in "Oh you design guys, you have so much fun!"), and between late feedings and three a.m. feedings and certain diminutive dictators demanding to be held and carried and generally celebrated in the new fantastic day that is 4:45 am ... (big wet breath) ... I figure I'm getting about four hours of sleep, which explains the headache I've had for about two weeks now, although I'm also suspicious of this pheromone thing that C has hooked up in the dining room, it's supposed to keep the cats from pissing against the back door and otherwise going crazy, although just last night one jumped up on the dining room table in the middle of dinner (I made pork) and the night before that the other one jumped up on the kitchen counter (C made salmon) and I am having those quiet murder thoughts again, Oh no I haven't seen them all day, wow I hope nothing bad has happened to them, that would be so sad.

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  1. oh- i do hope its a short week:)

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  2. oh man. you know, your teeth nerves end in your sinus cavities. So that explains that. And I guess maybe your lymph nodes are working overtime, which might explain the groin pain?

    You are a mess, my friend

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  3. Drink green tea! Lots! And garlic.


    What is that phermone thing for your cats? I need one.

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  4. feel better soon!

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  5. Awww, even Miss Oona looks a bit concerned.

    I'd be worried about the pheromone thing though if you start pissing against the back door

    Get better soon :)

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  7. Just wanted to say, I hope you feel better soon-and I am glad your sense of humour is intact!
    Annamaria :)

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  8. Sorry to hear about the pain, we both need the yellow ball of fire to appear in the sky again, that makes pain disappear.

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  9. Oh my, that might be the most beautiful little face I've ever seen.

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  10. Anonymous10:14 am

    :-) Too funny as usual you are. Oona...I know I say the same thing every time...she is sooooo beautiful, adorable, cute as a button. The pic on the bottom :-( That's what Leo did the other day, not before I poked him in the eye, and Alicia bumped his little head, when a older lady approached him to say hello. Poor Leo....poor Oona :-( I'm still not getting a cat!

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  11. that is such a funny post and I am sure it is all true ...omg I remember those nights I felt I 'd go crazy with infant demands ....dont take it out on the poor cats !

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