Monday, March 19, 2012
And yes, I do understand that it's now Monday (almost Tuesday, but who's counting) and true, I do say every now and then that I prefer to blog in real-time. But trust me. I have my reasons.
So. Friday. The dew points and the barometric pressures and the meteorological powers that be gifted us with yet another plum perfect day. If I'm not careful, I scare myself into thinking that it's much later in the year than it actually is. Twice this week I've feared that I missed my sister-in-law's birthday (it's in May).
I worked up a sweat on one of our three walks and I freaked out because I need it to stay right here, you know? There looms the possibility that at this pace, we'll be seeing 140 degrees by June.
They have artistic license in determining what matches.
They say things like, "Bemember when it used to be summertime and we saw that horse do that one thing?"
They use "besides" as a universal transition word.
Mommy: Careful, don't bonk your head!
They: Besides, one time I had a lady bug in my hair!
Come to think of it, we've also got the Spring.
And even the tail-end of Winter.
(See what I mean? Confusing.)
So with my three small charges, I plan to live it up and if Living It Up means we plunk quarters into the pop machines by the now-defunct Dollar General (R.I.P.) five out of seven days, well, so be it. Some happiness can be bought.
Today, I am faced with the hope that I may yet live to see my 36th year, despite the facts that 1) I have the sinking suspicion that there is a small, rotting carcass stuck in my stomach and 2) everything I eat tastes like rotten mint chip ice cream.
Hey, you asked.
I haven't opened my laptop since Friday. I couldn't summon the energy to read a book until this afternoon, and even then, it was touch-and-go. So fill me in. What kind of excitement and tomfoolery did I miss? Got any good celeb gossip for me? Please tell me Tim and Faith are still together. And Kelli and Mark. Did you eat anything especially delicious over the weekend? See any good flicks?
Dear flu shot,
Fine. You win.
See ya on the flip-side.