1. My teenage-like skin care routine. I'm pretty sure the last time I had this many problems with my complexion, I was wearing a cheer leading uniform and taking Calculus. Why am I 35 years old and dealing with this?
2. The oil spill. I won't dare elaborate. It's heartbreaking.....the animals.....the tourist industry.....the future for an already shaky economy nation-wide. Yes, it affects all of us. Even land-locked, middle of America, Kansas.
3. The 4,592 things on my list. Old stuff......sorting through pictures and putting them into albums. Printing out pictures. My vacation scrapbook from '09. My scrapbook from our trip to OKC in '08. The picture file on my computer. A frame for my Campbell's Soup Andy Warhol print. Plants. Selling stuff on Craigslist without getting murdered. Laundry. RCIA. Planning Caroline's visit next week. Organizing my closet. Finding the dead animal in our bedroom. You know. The little things.
4. Roadkill. And, the fact that it's taken up residence somehow in our master bedroom. A few days ago, when I was sick and asleep for 2 days, Blake walked in our room and promptly shook my leg. I looked up, startled, and he said, "Just making sure you're alive. It smells like death in here."
And, it did. Does. Still. Something has died in our attic or walls. There is a distinct smell that can only be matched up with roadkill. I know this because in college, my dog, "Clark", loved to get out, cruise the neighborhood and roll around in dead animals.
Finding the culprit has been difficult. Stay tuned. And, until then, anyone want to come over to our house any time soon?
5. These two. Enough said.
What's bugging you?