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And whiskers on kittens.

Sometimes I wish I could actually just think of my favorite things, and all of my problems would be solved. But then I suppose mine would be more like, "Dirty Martinis and Man With Strong Italian Accent". Fairy tales, Jeanies in Bottles, Mr. Clean... even that damn Easy Button at Staples - all just empty promises reminding us that we are pretty much going to have to do it all on our own, whether or not we have the time, money, or patience.

It's been a long week already. It started with a trip to the ER; 6 hours later I came home with a cough, head cold, and chest cold. (Note to self: bring antibacterial next time at hospital.) Since then, various strange things have happened, whether it be in relationships, at work, or otherwise. I wouldn't say it's necessarily been the week from Hell or anything; Though, I will say it has been one of the strangest weeks ever. Full moon? Anyhow, aside from all the strangeness, it seems like all of my life's little annoying responsibilities have been clammed up for a century and decided to throw up all over me these last three days.

I went to the DMV to have my license renewed. I've had tons of compliments on my old DL picture. I told the lady I just wanted the same picture (I was in gym clothes, glasses and hair up and messy this day). She says to me, "Uh, Ma'am, we can't do that. We'll need you to take a new picture". Panic... followed by an overwhelming urge to bitch-slap the lady behind the counter.... followed by more panic - I took the picture. Why, again, are those women so bitchy? I'm no premadonna...I just would very much like it if I didn't look like a 12 yr old boy in my DL photo. Is this so much to ask? I digress.

On a lighter note, I finally gave in and purchased a new pillowtop bed. The bed I had previously was, oh... about 15 years old. Bye bye cardboard, hello lusciously cozy. That was the best night of sleep I've had in years (and I'm an Advil PM advocate). All thanks to a new bed. Whodathunkit? A bed - being the missing piece to my puzzle of restful sleep. Shocking.

As I sit here hacking my brains up to the beat of Jingle Bells, I'm forced to ask myself why I'm up out of my unbelieveably soft and comfy bed, writing this post. I must have needed to spew some thoughts out that were just sitting there on my brain taunting me. Who can rest like that? I certainly can't.

What are those thoughts, you ask?

First, if anyone has been following the Caylee Marie Anthony (photo left courtesy of CNN.com) case, you probably will agree that it's terrible and frustrating. For those of you that have been under a rock and aren't familiar with the story: Caylee Marie was a 2 yr old toddler that was killed this past summer. Yes, I believe Casey Anthony (Caylee's mother) killed her poor little girl. Who doesn't at this point? I have been following this story almost every day on CNN/HNN since the whole thing began, and am still befuddled and angry, as I'm sure a lot of people are. Who would wait a MONTH to report their child missing, meanwhile going out to party almost every night, lie about everything she tells the police (who at the time were trying their hardest to find her child)? She had the nerve to ducttape her little head and place a heartshaped sticker over it, and dispose of the body in a trashbag. Today I saw a post on Yahoo Answers asking "What would you do if you had 10 minutes alone with Casey Anthony?" I don't even want to know what I would do. I can't stop thinking about this little girl and what she probably had to go through. A life should never have to end before it even begins, especially at the hands of your own mother. I pray that justice is brought to this whole thing on behalf of a little girl that can't speak for herself anymore.

Second thought: Chocolate. I have recently been thinking about it when I wake up, during the day, and before I go to bed at night. Where to find some, where to hide it at work, what fast food place has some, and what goes good with it. I thought maybe it was a phase and would eventually pass, but now I think I have a real problem. Feel free to post some suggestions on how to remedy crippling chocolate cravings.

Have a good evening, lovelies. :-)

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