I have a headache. The muscles on the back of my head and neck were knotted tight when I woke this morning. I'm not used to tension headaches and I don't know what's causing this one. Tense? Atashi? I've got a couple weeks before the semester really starts grinding me down. (By evening my headache settles into its usual migraine form. Lucky me.)
We dither by the blankets. As a lap robe, I've been using a large piece of fleece I cut from an old robe and Oz thinks that's silly because it's just not big enough. So here we are at Target to get another throw to add to the pile of pillows and blankets on the futon I use as a sofa (soon there will be no room left for me). Our choices are a plain little down throw or a little fake suede and fake fur throw which looks mildly barbaric.
Oz compares them and holds up the down throw. "You probably like this one?"
"So you don't think I look like a Viking princess?" I am blonde and square-jawed after all.
He replaces the down throw and reaches for the fake animal products throw. "I guess the cats will like this one, do you think?"
"So I don't look like a Viking princess?"
"Ha."
I do now, at least when draped with this polyester hide.
230 words | January 22, 2005 11:42 PM | Real true story