Friday, March 14, 2008

Poor little Piggy

Soooo ... yesterday was my first day out of bed. I woke up, came downstairs, and was met by Kaelin asking, "Feel better honey?"
Gotta love it.

I felt good .. as good as you can feel while deathly ill anyway ... so I decided to celebrate my new vertical outlook on life with a bowl of Cheerios.
Woot.

I go to the pantry and try and open the door.
Instantly I realize that something is wrong. Not only is the door not opening, but there is a mind numbing pain shooting through my big toe. The crunching sound was a lovely addition too.
Yep .. brainiac here had somehow managed to pull the door open on top of my toe. ouch.
Nothing says, "Welcome back to the world of the living!" quite like a big toe that's turned colors I've only seen on CSI. Brilliant.
It doesn't hurt much today .. but it certainly certainly looks like it should.

It's really a shame to waste such a fabulously grotesque injury by getting it when we're all sick and holed up at home. It's not like David is going to ooh and ahh over it. All I got from him was a snarky comment about how I'm the clumsiest person he knows.
Killjoy.

So ... in all it's glory ... for your viewing pleasure.






There go the pedicure plans ...
Pity me.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Happy Birthday Baby!

Its March 12th .. and everyone knows what that means...

David is OLD!

Send the Matlock DVDs and be careful about breaking his hip when you give him the happy birthday hugs.

The end.

I might be dying.
Well, maybe that's a tad dramatic ..
but I do love a stage.

I gloated for weeks about how we have somehow managed to escape all of the nastiness going around. well, it finally got me. Here's hoping that it stays with me and the girls don't get it too.
Fever, chills, aching joints, and a horrible cough (made worse by the fact that I hurt my back a few days before all of this started .. so every hack and I feel like someone is taking a mallet to my lower back. fun times.)
I've been in bed for two days .. miss my girlies something terrible.

I just heard Reesey singing the Little Einstein's theme song. It's 1:30 a.m. and at the top of her lungs she's singing, "Goin' on a mission ... Start the countdooooooown .. FIVE! FOUR! THREE ..TWO.. ONE!! Everyone to rocket .. Rev it up now ... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ..."

Good Lord, her poor sister.

Funny .. she sang three rousing renditions of that song and now .. 10 minutes later .. it's completely silent.
So weird.