The Niceness

Today was nice.

I'm purposefully ignoring the three times Iggy decided indoors was a swell place to do his thing, because other things make it better.

I slept late. I got up at eight, cleaned up the mess Iggy made, let him out, went back to bed and slept until well into the afternoon. The nice part of this is that my dizziness didn't kick in until nine pm. Score! Yes, I'm calling the doctor first thing in the morning and making sure it gets checked out. According to wikipedia, if it's not my meds, it's benign paroxysmal positional vertigo. Which is basically fancyspeak for 'ear rock took a wrong left turn and is now flailing about uselessly in your inner ear'. It's totally treatable.

I eventually got up, as said, and then used Boyfriend for his amazing... personality. Twice. I could, because it's still weekend.

Next, Iggy totally understands the basket commando. He's a smart puppy. Even better, when I gave him a treat for being a good dog, a tiny tail wag escaped. I know it was a tail wag and not a shiver because only his tail was moving. Also, he bent forward to sniff the treat. Baby steps, but still progress.

And to conclude all these nice things happening to me, McDo has Twix McFlurries. Boyfriend and I tried them. Boyfriend still prefers the Magnum Brownie, but I'm thrilled. They're delicious. 

And we looked at the breakfast menu. McDonalds now has toasties. Not just cheese toasties, no. There's cheese and ham toasties and cheese and bacon toasties. This isn't necessarily healthy or financially sound, but it reminded me of something. I have a tiny toastiemaker that I took with me to Germany. To make toasties in and stuff. Hmmm... Toasties. 

Also, there are signs that life is returning to normal. 

We are considering doing some laundry, partly because I want to put on clean jeans at some point, partly because we've definitely run out of towels and partly because that's what we do. It's one of those involuntary hobbies of mine. Sort fabrics, sniff laundry softener, wash, hang up, wait to dry, try and convince Boyfriend he wants to fold the dry stuff. It's the circle of life laundry.

And I'm back to checking the piercing website for easy contests. I like the puzzle ones, but they're not back yet. So I'm down to entering giveaways and like-n-shares. In another twelve hours, there's a miniscule chance of me winning a 100 euro shopping spree. There a familiar flutter of maybeness in my tummy.