I'm quite snake-like today, and it isn't due to my forked tongue. (Just kidding, I don't have a forked tongue, just a sharp one.)
Maybe I'm a weirdo, but I never mind the skin peeling business that's left over after a sunburn (except when my scalp is burned and it looks like I have dandruff or my face is peely and it looks gross under my makeup). It's kind of therapeutic. Actually, it's probably some kind of mental disorder that I don't mind sitting around pulling my skin off. It's the same thing when Mercy's hair comes out in clumps and I have to sit in the floor with her and pull it out. She hates me.
Speaking of dogs, both of them came back from the kennel with colds. They're pitiful and it makes me sad. Also, Butter is totally off her sleep schedule, so she sits in her crate and barks all night long. I thought we had left those days behind us, but not so much. Thank goodness for earplugs.
For those of you who are picture viewing types, I posted a few (and I mean VERY few) on my myspace. I haven't really messed with the rest of them too much, but I'll put them on photobucket and post a few here at some point. I just haven't had time to work on that yet. Maybe tonight. Little by little.