The word is that, later this evening, Jim donned this outfit (pictured to the right.) I am very sad that I did not witness this awesomeness. (He was wearing pants and a shirt when I spoke with him.) But, nevertheless, the Lounge was awesome and you should look for it on Thursday. Interesting side note: Jim was gifted this fabulous outfit from none other than George Hamm. You might remember I spoke with George on Lounging with LannaLee last spring. [If you don't remember, check it out. There are two parts: 1 & 2. Both are awesome.]
It was shortly before three in the afternoon when I finished lounging. On a Total Impulse, I drove over to Cinemagic and watched Total Recall. Fun movie, recommend. Very good scifi.
I was exhausted after the movie. It was after five. Edmund drove by Mom’s house this morning and let Loki out; I drove over to let him back into the house. The only thing was, Loki was not there. He usually shows up eventually, so I plunked down in Mom’s chair and prepared to wait. I was pretty tired, and thought I might take a nap. I looked over at my hand, and wouldn’t you know it, there was a flea. I looked down at my feet. More fleas! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaHHH!
If you might remember, Loki was in kitty jail over the last weekend. When they admitted him, they found out he had fleas. (And they treated him for them.) In fact, Max, Mom’s dog, was treated for fleas this week too. And here they were in the house.
The next couple of hours were of me trying to figure out what to do about it. You know, the fleas. And the itching. Because now I itch. I’ve itched all week; I have an itch problem. I think it was from when I hung out with the Lokster on Tuesday. I was going to buy some Benadryl stuff today for it, but there was some drama and no pharmacist and a panicked text to Edmund, but he talked me down from the ledge. So I went to Pet Quarters and bought some flea stuff and combs and sprayed it around the house. And when Loki came back I combed his fur to see if he was clean (so far so good.)
So today==mostly good. Me==itchy. [And I guess it's a good thing Jim didn't wear that outfit during our lounge. Because. Well. I wouldn't have been able to concentrate!]