A really lazy Sunday with LadyBlogger and some woozy Guy

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LadyBlogger (as dear Carla has dubbed me)  has had a very, very lazy day. As in studying the inside of her eyelids a LOT.  Mr. LadyBlogger has done the same, it seems, at the other end of the house. A certain fuzzy feline named Puddin’ has kept him company, whilst a charming calico has curled up with her mom.

Poor ol’ Puddie and I both have allergies, and her lovely green eyes are tearing up today just like her mama’s (like mother, like daughter?) If they itch as much as mine have been doing, I truly commiserate.  Ah, Spring! Beautiful, beautiful but it does have its downside. At any rate, this household seems to be channeling a drugged Sir Guy . . . I think I see a certain resemblance.  (screencaps courtesy of Richard Armitage Central and Richard Armitage Net)

Been feeling kind of wooooozy today . . .

Ooooouucccch. All the pain of a bloody hangover without the fun of getting drunk. Just a night spent with Blobbin and his long-lost daddy in a manky wig relivin' a lot of painful memories. Oh, well--guess it's about time to turn over a new leaf, anyway. At least everyone now knows what a miserable little git Forest Boy was back in the day . . .