a little explanation

I have spent this afternoon dozing and feeling grotty from mystery bug having excused myself from work at lunchtime. I'm a lot more alert now, and back with the Mac. I feel a little bit more explanation of scary things is required. Jeff Goldblum and Kim Basinger repulsed me in the 80's and early 90's, but I am less frightened of them now. Kim just seemed to be so pink and made of plasatic, and Jeff's lips looked like they were always wet. Gene Wilder continues to frighten me immensely, and I found 'The Orchid Thief' difficult to watch because Nic Cage looks so much like him in this film, I think it's the hair. Even writing about it makes me faintly nauseous.

I have also omitted my fear of drowning in the tut Mr McMuffin fills our house with, he is the kind of pack rat that pack rat parents hold up as an inspirational model to their offspring. I now have a rule, that if he buys something new for the kitchen, he has to throw something out. He was very pleased with himself for buying some enormous bowls, and then proceeded to throw a tiny one away complaining that he'd never liked Italian stuff, apparently it chips too easily. Sometimes I just feel like emailing his therapist with a list of things I want fixed!

I have also discovered via an email from Dutch friend that I am collecting her from Heathrow on Saturday. She thinks it is very kind of me. So do I, and I wonder when I am going to offer! Despite my fear of flying, I love airports, so I'm not too bothered by this. However, it would have been nice to know, Mr McMuffin!

So what has Mr McMuffin done to deserve such a bashing? Absolutely nothing! Someone has to pay when I don't feel healthy but am not proper sick, and he was daft enough to marry me 'in SICKNESS and in health'. I feel better now.