For the last 24 hours, I’ve been a mouth-breather. You know why? Because I have a cold. It’s the kind of cold where your voice is hoarse and not sexy hoarse, and you need to keep wadded up toilet paper in your pockets for you faucet-nose.
Two nights ago, Steve rolled over to me in bed and tried to cop a feel and I said, “Ibe siiiiiick.” It was so hot, I tell you.
It’s a little like I was flaunting my non-sickiness what with my vowed avoidance of flu shots (they only make you sicker!) and when in the comments on Chris’s post about how you don’t catch cold from washing your hair, I wrote this: “True dat. My throat is sore and I never wash my hair…” It’s true, I don’t wash my hair very often because it’s curly and color-treated as the shampoo bottles always so delicately put it.
But here I am, mouth breathing and swiping at my face with toilet paper. Today I removed Archie’s cloth diapers from his room and now they are called rags and I thought for a long moment about abducting one to use as my faucet-nose wiper. But that’s wrong, right Internet? It’s wrong to use diapers to wipe my nose.
I think. I mean it’s clean. And smells fine. And my son poops roses and gold, just so you know.
I also realize that paragraph number three makes no sense, but whatever. My nose is running and my diaper toilet tissue has reached its maximum density.
I’ve met Rod Stewart. He’s a ponce.
And, LG if you want to send me this washer and dryer, I will film myself tongue kissing them and, I don’t care if my clothes smell and look like 3 day old barf after being washed in these things, I will change my blog’s title to LG Makes My Panties Wet *get it?* for ONE WHOLE WEEK.
Here’s a shot of the Baghdad from the stage. There’s a balcony too, of which I couldn’t get a decent pic. This one I had to fiddle with, as you all know, my neeeeeeeeeeew camera would never deign to take such a grainy pic, unless I asked it to. The Baghdad holds 700 people. They went through 550 advanced tickets in 3.5 hours. They’ll have general admission the night of the show. 
This was the best I could do for a shot with my shoes. Those are Naughty Monkey brand shoes, Wild Ways is the style. 
And here’s my full ensemble for Ignite. That’s my pink cashmere jacket and quite possibly the only reason I left California — so I could wear it. I love this jacket.
And here’s what I’ll be wearing on stage. Simple black sheath dress and my new shoes. Classic and sexy.
