My Nerada Tea Shelf Overflow-ith

The peppermint and chamomile teas were on special, so I stocked up. I have no (money saving) excuse for stocking up on the regular tea - 200 tea bags per box, oh yeah! - but, clearly, it would be a disaster for me (or any sensible person) to run out of tea, so it's best not to tempt fate (as Toby Ziegler would say).

Bow Before the Giant Kitty God

"Bring me food, insignificant humans!"

Face Stealer

I get a dislocating sense when I look in the mirror and see parts of my mother's face attached to my face. I feel as though I've misappropriated aspects of her visage for my nefarious purposes. My face is not really my own. I'm misrepresenting my mother by being me, in her face. This mostly started happening from around the time I turned 40. I suspect some ego-id-superego/Freudian/Jungian psychological wackiness is at work here - given that when my mother was in her forties, I was a teenager, hence I'm now at the age my mother was when I wanted to assert my own (radical!) identity - separate from the parents. I'm probably getting teenage identity angst flashbacks when I spend too long gazing at my (quite alluring) reflection.