Teething Woes

Phooka is busy cutting molars. Seven of them. At once. One corner at a time. Four of those are actually through the gumline now.

This is probably why the only person she wants right now is catchild. Her, or ebonunicorn. She gave me this utterly horrified look when I tried to pick her up earlier today, and tried to remove the skin from my upper arms. Not that Catchild is always enjoying the attention. Phooka has bitten her in the rear twice now, and I've lost count of how many times she's bitten Catchild in other locations. And all I'll say about the cats is that they're a helluva lot more tolerant than I thought possible.

I love my youngest daughter very much. I'll be very glad when her teeth are all in.

Eyes go POP!

Uhm.

So, I was curious about what's going on in the Olympics, so I go over to Yahoo! to try and catch up a bit. News, complete with pictures.

Uhm. Uhm. Uhh, what was I saying?

Oh, yeah. Pictures. Nice looking women, in tight, sweatsoaked clothing, faces flushed with exertion . . .

Must not short out keyboard with drool. Must not. Tech Support would laugh like all get out at me, and I'd deserve it.

This means I'll need to get a bucket to hang in front of my face when next I catch up on the Olymipcs.

Now I want to know why the pictures from the Olympics are affecting me more than most porn does. Hell, they're affecting me, which is alreadt more than most porn does!

-sigh-