You feed a cold, right?

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Last night, at approximately 4:30 in the morning, I was bludgeoned out of a sound sleep by the sudden and overwhelming need to vomit.  Like, threw the covers damn near off the bed, kicked the cat, scared the shit out of the dog, damn near fell over clawing for the bathroom before I projectile vomited all over my entire fucking bedroom.  And then… nothing.  I got into the bathroom and absolutely nogoddamnthing happened.   When my alarm woke me up this morning, I spent a moment reflecting on the fact that I was able to breathe normally and thought oh, hey, maybe I’m better!  and then got out of bed and was damn near forced to my knees by the virulence of the ensuing coughing fit.  How the hell I made it to work this morning is a mystery, and instead of the usual caffeine product that I make sure to bring with me every day (a bottle of tea, most of the time) I brought Robitussin.  I literally do not know how I got through the day, but I managed it, and with enough sales to make the effort more or less worth it.

On the way home, I drove past another fucking wild turkey.  I live less than a mile from what is effectively open prairie and woodland (yes, both, in different directions) so the occasional deer and the much-less-occasional herd of deer in the neighborhood isn’t unheard of, along with the other usual urban wildlife, but I swear I never saw a wild turkey before this year and now I’m seeing them all the time.  Wild turkeys are fucking weird, guys, and I have the same reaction every time I see one, which is to briefly wonder why the fuck a dinosaur is that close to my car.  This particular wild turkey was even weirder, because I watched it in my rear-view mirror as I was driving past and the damn thing was hopping, not walking, across the street.  So maybe it’s a one-legged wild turkey?  I dunno.  I’ve never been one for hunting but I kind of do want to see if these things make for good eating or not.

A minute or so later, I had another massive coughing fit and came very close to swerving into oncoming traffic.  Frighteningly close, actually.  Probably should have pulled over.

And then I got home and made the sumptuous feast you see in the photo above for dinner– yes, that’s turkey– and for dessert I plan to have codeine.  I will try to post something more generally useful and less hallucinatory tomorrow; for now I’m just happy to be alive.

The end.

Window Toad is watching me die

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Pretty sure the Norse had legends about this. (Also, I know I’ve posted a similar picture before, but I remain fascinated– we’ve been in this house three or four years now and never saw this behavior from the local toads until this summer.)

Why hello there!

Found this little dude eating bugs on my bedroom window when I got home from work last night.

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FREE RABBIT

Asshole here keeps eating my flowers. Come get him.

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SOON.

10247457_10152353417968926_7517047325752612395_nUnless you have spent a lot of time wandering through my archives or you’ve been here since very close to the beginning of the blog, you probably have not seen this post yet.  It’s a shame, because it’s one of my favorites; go take a look if you like.   And while you’re reading, note the part about the milkweed.

The fucking milkweed still isn’t dead.

However.

It’s gorgeous out tonight; it was crazy-humid all day but it’s cooled into a perfect evening.  The boy wanted to play outside so I went out with him and my wife and randomly decided it was time to mow.  This makes today the first day of summer, by the way; not only did I mow the front lawn for the first time in 2014 but I dodged the first couple dozen Deathwishes of the summer.

(There are ten thousand toads living in my yard.  They are all named Deathwish on account of their constant insistence on hopping underneath my mower.  I used to be careful about nudging them out of the way or mowing around them and then I realized that in three years of mowing I have never once managed to accidentally murder a toad with my lawnmower, which means that they can burrow or hang on or something like that, so I don’t bother dodging them any more.)

Anyway, yeah, I mowed.  And I did something else tonight: I took another step toward unwelcome adulthood and spent good money on my lawn.  It’s official; my lawn-zany neighbor has won.  We hired Trugreen tonight.  I was already strangely excited about it, which hurts me in my soul.  But I am sick of hating my lawn and supposedly they help with that sort of thing.

Then I mentioned the milkweed.  And the salesman dude (Oh.  There was a salesman dude.  He came by yesterday while the boy was taking his bath and came back again tonight at my request while I was mowing.)  told me that they have some sort of liquid death that they will put on the milkweed and the milkweed will die in horrible pain.  As will all living things under the circle they put the stuff on, straight down to the center of the earth.

Which is worth the summer’s $277 fee all the fuck by itself.

I am sooooo looking forward to this.

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