This is one of my favorite picture taking spots in the house. It is so warm, and my chair so soft and comfortable that sometimes I forget what I’m doing and drift off a little. I think that was definately happening in this picture.
Monday struck me down with the fury of a million hipsters denied cigarettes and Stella Artois and with just about as much panache. I had to leave work around 1, begging a ride from my bro as I shook and whined and shuddered in the passenger seat. There is something about a guy saying “Shh, it’s ok, let’s get you upstairs” and “Ok, it’s going to be ok sweetie” that sends me into sick kid overload. I crawled onto the couch and downed Buckley’s Cold and Flu, Neo Citron and a litre of Pedialyte and promptly either passed out or o.d.’d I’m not sure.
My mother and grandmother arrive Wednesday for 5 days chez nous, and if the flu medication isn’t enough to make me go all batshit, then combining it with Comet and Mr. Clean sure will. Why is your house never clean enough when you look at it through mom eyes? Either way, I’m back at work in such a fog of medication that I’m going to sign off for the rest of the afternoon. xo pumpkins, may your Tuesday be bright and merry.