buggy jell-o and pseudoephedrine make my world go 'round

I love my family. Got to chat with my mother today, who had read most of my blog, but not this morning's post. When I wailed to her about my pink-eye, she laughed and tutted sympathetically, and said, "For Heaven's sake, don't post about that. People will wonder why God's giving you guys the stink eye."

Ahh, too late, Momica. I usually blog about something before I realize that it might be best not to, and I have at least a few friends whom I suspect of coolness towards me for such slips on my part.

And while it does feel like God's been flicking boogers at us, I have taken comfort in the small amount of pseudoephedrine I was able to buy. It dries boogies right up.

Joy: I couldn't get both the Mucinex AND the Sudafed. Montana's laws are such that to get both put me over the monthly maximum milligrams for pseudoephedrine because of stupid meth heads. So I got the Sudafed, and my whole face feels better. Thanks for the free tip!

We've had some visitors at the feeder lately:

Chickadee number one.

Chickadee number two! And I had to snap these through the kitchen window. Also, chickadees do not hold still. Ever.

Saw this little guy right after the pair flew off. I was surprisingly not filled with revulsion and the need to rain death upon its head. I am a sworn enemy of rodents, but this act of courage (coming out in the day) spoke to me of hard times on a little mousey tummy, and I was happy that he - and maybe his family - was getting fed. I was even happier that my crawlspace is mouse-tight and dotted with traps... just in case.

We revisited buggy Jell-O with the recent tonsillitis. These guys are pretty sanguine about being drowned in sugar water... imagine that!