for sixty-one days, I got caught in the maze

Day 61: I made it to Chattanooga. Due to unforeseen circumstances and cancellations, camping may or may not happen tomorrow night. At least I'll get to play in the woods and take pictures, though. Mother tells me the leaves are still pretty here, but I can't see them right now in the dark.

from sixty to zero in the split of a hair

Day 60: My new sparkly shoes I ordered arrived today. I'm very happy about them.

down on highway fifty-nine

Day 59: It suddenly started raining tonight, so I went on the patio to catch it while I could. It's a good night for a rain shower.

way back when in fifty-eight

Day 58: The good thing about these boots is that they make me feel tall and stately. The bad thing about these boots is that they make little "CLOMPtap, CLOMPtap, CLOMPtap, CLOMPtap" sounds when I walk. It drives me bat-shit crazy... and if you know me, you know I'm already crazy enough.

fifty-seven channels and nothin' on

Day 57: Pissy Jennifer.

turn the dial a little past fifty-six point three

Day 56: I bought new shoes for myself today. Sparkly shoes. :^)

you'll find me at number fifty-five

Day 55: It hurt to stretch out on my belly on the floor, but I figured I'd take the damn picture, since I'd already laid down there. Bladder infections suck.

a fifty-four with a mashed up door

Day 54: A 16-pound cat is sitting on my sickly bladder, but I don't have the heart to make him move, 'cause he's so darn cute. Well, that, and I'm afraid he'll kick when he gets up.

purple peacocks, he's got fifty-three

Day 53: I found out first-hand today why people say you should choose a doctor with small hands...

fifty-two gypsies now file past the guards

Day 52: Yes, my complexion is bad. No, I'm not going to Photoshop it.

solitaire 'til dawn, with a deck of fifty-one

Day 51: I'm not up to par yet. I can't fit into my pants, so it'll be comfy skirts this week. Thanks to Brianne for this skirt. Also, I took this mirror reflection pic before I saw her picture of the day. Strange, eh?

please explain about the fifty ways

Day 50: Candy is dandy.

can't remember before forty-nine

Day 49: Today is a better day than yesterday. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better than today. And so on and so forth. I have snuggly cats, a patient Michael, and caring friends. Life is good.

forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking

Day 48: I've worn my Michael down with all my whining. Poor Michael.

walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire

Day 47: I really shouldn't be sitting upright right now, but oh, well. I'm going to take another semi-loopy pill and go to bed. Fun. (In other words: The surgery went well, but I don't feel very well right now... crampy... sore throat / dry mouth... sleepy time.)

forty-six and two ahead of me

Day 46: Fuzzy monkey socks rock.

fourty-five dollars or thirty days in the joint

Day 45: I wore my spiffy new clearance belt today, plus my nifty scarf my buddy Beth (aka: Biff) knitted for me.

and he got his forty-four

Day 44: I feel like death.

forty-three poor widowed wives

Day 43: Blegh. That is all.

we all know it's just forty-two

Day 42: This post is dedicated to Chris Ward. And speaking of Christophers, here's a picture of me and my brother, Christopher.