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Mar. 9th, 2007 07:20 amApparently, bleach makes me delicious.
I did some sterilization of the classroom yesterday*, which means that pretty much cured my hands in bleach, much in the manner of salt jerky. Only with bleach. And my cats think it's great. I can't do a thing without one or both of them crawling over me to fawn on, lick, or blatantly huff my hands and arms. Mostly lick, though.
Cats: *sniff* ... *lick, lick, lick*
Me: Aw, did you miss me today?
Cats:*lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick*
Me: Ow. All right. Enough.
Cats:*lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick*
Me: Will you quit it?? *fleeing to the next room*
Cats:*ambushing* *lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick*
Me: What is WITH you two??
Cats: You've never tasted this clean before.
Me: Wha? S-sure I have! Lots of times...
Cats: Not like this. You taste like a freshly-cleaned bathtub! *lick, lick, lick, lick, lick*
And so on. They woke me up in the night trying to get to my hands through the blankets. Sigh. Over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days I have posted another Elfquest fic for the theme: the challenge: bring order to the whole. It's from the scene where Leetah tries to heal Two-Edge's mind. And since almost the whole series got started because of his masterminding insanity, you would think there would've been some more to it than there was. And now I go to face a Friday. Tally-ho. Charge. Geronimo. Into the breach. All that stuff.
*We got respitory viruses running every which way. And children go straight from picking their noses to fondling legos and other children attack for those legos, then the legos are picked up from the floor by a third child who puts it in his/her mouth before throwing it at a fourth child's head.
I did some sterilization of the classroom yesterday*, which means that pretty much cured my hands in bleach, much in the manner of salt jerky. Only with bleach. And my cats think it's great. I can't do a thing without one or both of them crawling over me to fawn on, lick, or blatantly huff my hands and arms. Mostly lick, though.
Cats: *sniff* ... *lick, lick, lick*
Me: Aw, did you miss me today?
Cats:*lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick*
Me: Ow. All right. Enough.
Cats:*lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick*
Me: Will you quit it?? *fleeing to the next room*
Cats:*ambushing* *lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick*
Me: What is WITH you two??
Cats: You've never tasted this clean before.
Me: Wha? S-sure I have! Lots of times...
Cats: Not like this. You taste like a freshly-cleaned bathtub! *lick, lick, lick, lick, lick*
And so on. They woke me up in the night trying to get to my hands through the blankets. Sigh. Over at
31_days I have posted another Elfquest fic for the theme: the challenge: bring order to the whole. It's from the scene where Leetah tries to heal Two-Edge's mind. And since almost the whole series got started because of his masterminding insanity, you would think there would've been some more to it than there was. And now I go to face a Friday. Tally-ho. Charge. Geronimo. Into the breach. All that stuff.*We got respitory viruses running every which way. And children go straight from picking their noses to fondling legos and other children attack for those legos, then the legos are picked up from the floor by a third child who puts it in his/her mouth before throwing it at a fourth child's head.
