V'lu looks like Elvis before she sneezes!

Hi, Bebe here, haven't got my picture loaded up yet - its either a baby picture or one that Mama caught me in looking like quite the wanton tramp.
Anyway...yes, V'lu has a cold. She's sneezing around the house as I send this missive. Her lip sneers and her eyebrow goes down and sometimes she does a little bit of a hippyhippyshake thing and then "KAAAATCHOOOO!" I'm wanting to find a suitable portable sneezeguard because between her and Sissy, its like catching the mist off a sailboat - big droplets and spray. Or its like Mama's water bottle that she sprays us with, if it weren't always on the "stream" setting.
But I digress...
Mama did a quick read through a book called "the 100 Best Things I've Sold on eBay" by Lynn Dralle today. Quite amusing tales to be told - the author really loved her grandmother, who got her into the antique business. The way the shop was set up sounds to be a cat's delight - crawl spaces crammed with boxes of things - big things, little things, marbles and keys and glassware - oh, the glassware, and lots of other places to explore - three floors of things plus a basement! So many smells from so many places - I can imagine my head spinning from olfactory overload! Mama was hoping to find something in the book that she might have kicking around the house but there wasn't anything remotely similar. She signed up for an eBay account however - no reasoning as to why, because there is so little that she needs. I'm thinking she might try selling a few things once she gets pictures of them.
She's not selling any of us, she assured us. She told me specifically that money couldn't buy our love. I guess that means its free...both coming and going!

Mama's Reading and Doing: Area Woman Blows Gasket by Patricia Pearson a selection of humorous ponderings by a Canadian journalist. Mama is also being quite strict about keeping us off the coffee table as she's been doodling around with pencils, pens and pencil crayons - hey, it keeps her quiet.

Current song lyric going through Mama's head: from the Tragically Hip's Up to Here...Opiated
"You'd think the snake just dreams of the poison in his head"

mew,
Bebe