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AS PROMISED…I posted the pics from Pisa on my Flickr.  Don’t get excited, there are only five.  Maybe six.  Also, keep in mind that I had literally JUST gotten off work 27 minutes prior.  Hence the hair.  Also, I think the guy who was taking the pictures must have had a different view than I, because I’m not…quite…there when it comes to the “I’m holding up the Leaning Tower of Pisa” pics.  It’s more like “I’m getting ready to hold up the tower, and while I’m reaching up for it, I’m going to smile at you insanely.”

For the record, it was pretty cool to see it, and I think EVERYONE should take the requisite tourist pic with the tower.  However, I did see one guy getting his picture taken while pretending to push the tower over, and THAT, I thought, was an awesome idea.  Unfortunately, I was distracted by the gelato, and did not follow through.

So.  Like…four years ago I was mercilessly teasing my cat by getting really close to him and blowing air out my nose, right?  Yeah, well, my cat was exactly as impressed by me as you are, except he showed his level of impress by using his…cat-like reflexes, HA HA HA…and swiping me in the nose.  Literally in the nose.  It either almost caused amputation or just sort of sliced the front corner of my, uh, nostril (AGH!  Writing about one’s nostril is as embarrassing as writing about pooping!  Which I do not do!).

Anyway.  My nostril did not like this turn of events and makes it known to me about once a month, when the slice re-slices open from vigorous blowing (that’s what she said)(I can’t help it, The Office season premiere is Thursday) and causes me ridiculous amounts of pain.  Except THIS time, it’s caused an actual sore, which makes me look very much like I snort cocaine.  The whole underside of the tip of my nose is red and every other day or so it starts healing up, but in doing so causes dead skin to flake off, which in turn look like dried snot.  Which it is not.

I react to this exactly how you think I would react, which is to check my nose obsessively, rubbing it every three seconds and visiting the bathroom when I have reached my limit and pulling off the dead skin.  What!  Do YOU like to feel and/or look like you have BOOGERS COMING OUT OF YOUR NOSE?  I think not.

Of course, the constant rubbing makes things worse, causing an endless cycle of stupid nostril wounds, and pretty much I’m going to start losing massive amounts of self-confidence if this doesn’t fix itself soon.  

The moral of this story is:  Even if you think blowing in your cat’s face, which really bugs him, is a smart idea, it really is not.  The end.

Tschuss!!