cold and rainy

Ahhh. Nothing like a good cup of joe to warm up my spirits on a cold rainy day. On a good day, my dad leaves a little tiny drop of it around in the bottom of the mug. Mostly, though I am content to tip the cup up for a bit, let it down, and let out a big, satisfied sigh. I generally get pretty good laughs from that one.

My folks have been telling people that I have been cranky lately, and quite frankly they're right. I've got a couple of sharp teeth stabbing at my gums, topped off by a real mucousy cold. A lesser man would be practically bedridden under these conditions. They're just going to have to learn to deal with a little crankiness.