Kicking Stuart Out of Bed

Bad enough that it’s been hot as hell lately. Any sane creature would be laying claim to as much space as they could stretch out in, preferably downstairs or someplace cool, like in front of the fan.

Not near Human Furnace Girl. Why would anyone – any thing - want to be anywhere close to me?

Try using that logic on Stuart. Damn, I’m trying to sleep, which is hard enough given the temperatures lately, and then along comes Stuart. Nuzzling my cheek. Nibbling on my ear. As if that isn’t bad enough, Stuart then flops down on top of me. That’s right – just craters on the back of my neck and goes to sleep.

(Look at me, I'm so innocent. NOT!)

When it’s this hot, I don’t even want to be touched, never mind have some furry animal sleeping on my neck!

Although I must say, Rebus is equally annoying at night. He won’t leave my feet alone. And Simon? Don’t get me started. Simon's teeth are incredibly sharp. And it's like any spot of bare flesh is laced with catnip. Not to mention Simon has a thing about chewing my hair...


I can safely say the only one that behaves beautifully is Russel.
(Russel & Simon)


Be sure to drop by Murderati today. Elaine Flinn interviews Ian Rankin. Is he still involved with Paris Hilton? You have to go there to find out.


And I’m fairly certain I was supposed to post a link to something else today. But I’m a bit sleep-deprived at the moment and I’m just having that “you’re forgetting something” feeling.

Meanwhile, I’ll post a joke sent to me from my friend, Forrest.

The Smiths

The Smiths were dining out when his wife noticed a familiar face at the bar.

"Honey," she said as she pointed the guy out, "that guy at the bar has been drinking like that since I left him seven years ago."

Her husband said, "That's silly, no one celebrates that much!"