Random Tuesday Thoughts #10

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One. Percy Jackson.

Lauren spent half of the movie sitting in my lap, fingers in her ears because she was scared by the intensity of certain scenes. She hardly ever lets me cuddle her anymore. Even though my legs went numb, even though I couldn’t see much around her, those minutes holding her, my nose in her hair, were the best moments of my week. We get so busy and so distracted and so disconnected in our lives. I never forget that I love her, but that day, as Percy Jackson battled mythical creatures on the screen, I felt my love for her in every atom of my being.

Two. Toilet Paper.

Our ferret Teddy is a troublemaker. He steals my shoes and hides them all around the house–just tonight I found my black pump behind the dryer. He nips my ankles, “enticing” me to play. He digs in the cat dishes, scattering food across the kitchen floor. He rolls in his litterbox. He’s adorable. (Facetious? Yes and no.) The other night, I walked into the most darling of his tricks: He had stolen a 12-pack of toilet paper double rolls from the linen closet and tried to hide it under the bed. Keep in mind that this guy weighs 3 pounds and 12 rolls of toilet paper weighs at least that much. Can you imagine dragging something that weighs as much as you do and is 10 times your physical size across a room? And then? Imagine you shred it. SHRED it. Three rolls, down to the cardboard tube. And then, for good measure, drag the shredded bits all over the room. That’s my lovely Teddy Bear. Always a character.

Three. LOST.

I love this show, and this season is the best yet. However, it seems like this year there are more commercials than show. I know that the ad rates must be juicy-good for the network, but come on! More show, fewer things to skip on the DVR, please ABC.

Four. You lost me at Kate Gosselin.

Steve will jump for joy when he reads this: I will not be watching the next season of Dancing with the Stars. The producers have lost their minds–this cast is ridiculous. The Bachelor? Kate? Some ESPN babe who made a sex tape? How are these people stars? I’ve watched every season with love for the art of ballroom dance. But my love only extends so far. I wonder what else I can find to do with my Monday nights?

Five. Ring.

I have not been able to wear my wedding ring, and it’s bumming me and Steve out. I love my ring. It’s gorgeous and different and expensive. However, for the past two months it has given me a blistering rash that acts like an allergic reaction. I wear it until the pain is unbearable, then I take it off and let my skin heal. The owie peels away, leaving a bright red band just on the top of my finger. It seems bizzarre that I might be allergic to sapphires, but that’s the only explanation I can think of. If I were somehow allergic to gold, I should have a rash around the circumference. I have to visit the dermatologist this month for the first of my twice-annual skin checks, and hopefully he’ll have an answer.