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I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Where ya been, Les?” Or maybe not. But let’s pretend that is what you’re thinking.

It has been two days since I posted last, shattering another solemn swear to post daily. I should just stop imposing these standards and deadlines upon myself because the rebel in me keeps me from meeting them. She says, “Deadlines, shmeadlines. Let’s go watch Scrubs.”

Then, the perfectionist inside me starts screaming and crying. This annoys the rebel so she shakes the perfectionist and slaps her across the face. The perfectionist pulls the rebel’s hair. The good girl in me tries to break it up…

Anyway, I didn’t post for two days. And to think, since I began blogging - exactly one year ago today - I had never missed a day.

Okay. I’m lying. I’ve missed a day or two here and there, but I truly, deep within my heart of hearts wish I had posted every day because it would’ve been awesome to say that I posted every day for a year.

I wasn’t lying about the one year ago today thing, though. That’s true. My blog is officially one year old. You can look it up if you don’t believe me.

The past few days have been completely crazy, beginning with the discovery of fleas in the house on Monday night. Actually, it went more like this:

Dave: “THERE ARE FUCKING FLEAS IN THE HOUSE! LESLIE, I JUST GOT BIT! BY A FLEA! WE HAVE GOT TO DO SOMETHING!!!!”

Me: “Alright.”

Not that fleas aren’t a big deal. They are. But, at this point I was feeling a bit under the weather. Fleas didn’t seem nearly as bad as my sinuses felt. Just so you know, it felt like someone was driving a mac truck with razor blade wheels right through them. You can imagine how that would hurt.

Anyway, the fleas. Sometimes, when you have pets, you get some fleas. Lucky for us, it hasn’t been much of a problem. Even though we have more cats than people living here, we’ve constructed a living situation that shields our house from fleas. It goes like this: Abby, Christy and Katie are indoor cats, the rest live outdoors and never the twain shall meet. That is until your toddler decides that her favorite outdoor cat is coming in for a tea party and before you can stop her, one of those tiny little buggers hops off and creates an army in your basement that attacks your husband and bites him. On the butt. Did I tell you he was bitten on the butt? HE WAS BITTEN ON THE BUTT.

So, my Tuesday was dedicated to preparing the house for a flea bomb, which is a whole heck of a lot of work. That night, as we drove off to Julia’s last T-ball game of the season, the fleas were meeting their end. When we returned home, we completed the final chapter of The Great Flea Elimination, which included combing the indoor cats with a flea comb and squashing the hitchhikers that hopped on while the cats had waited out the bomb in the garage.

This is where things turned ugly for me.

You see, I have a bit of an allergy to cats. Yep. Me. The Cat Lady. I am a teeny tiny bit allergic to cats. Usually, I’m okay as long as we keep the cat hair under control and I don’t let them rub against my face. But - we’re talking about me here. If I don’t let them touch my face, how could I ever kiss them on their little heads and call them my schoopy boopies? And if I didn’t do that, how would they ever feel loved? And when you’re combing them for fleas and they’re all upset because they’d just been wrangled up and incarcerated in the garage, they need a little extra love. So, I touched them. A lot. With my face. A short time later, I paid for it with a face swollen four times it’s normal size. And those sinuses? They’d had enough and they fought back. With snot. Lots and lots and lots and lots of snot. Dave was afraid to let me go to bed. He thought I might drown in the gallons of snot that were leaking from my giant head. But, I went to bed anyway.

The next day, Julia and I had playgroup at 10 a.m. at one of our local parks. My face was a bit better, although the sinuses were still screaming a little. I just told them to shut up because we had playgroup, which was fun. Lots of fun. Oh, how I love the playgroup! My intention was to stay for an hour - two at the most - but it was nickel ride day at the park beginning at noon and who could pass up amusement park rides for only five cents? Not me. So, we stayed until I had just enough time to get Julia home, cleaned, changed and fed before we had to go to piano class. After piano class, I had to make dinner. And after dinner, I thought I was going to die because the head thing had gotten worse and even brownies didn’t make me feel better.

And through all of this, Julia had started using the potty every time she had to go. So, our days were broken up by potty dances and cheers.

Oh, and I was ovulating. (And nothing puts you in the mood for babymaking like fleas, potty training and a snot faucet nose.)

And I wrote a new review. Go check it out. You could get a free cd. And you want this cd. Yes, you do. At the very least, you want to go and give me positive feeback for writing in complete sentences for an entire post.

So, that’s what I’ve been up to the past two days.

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