Xanax For Sale

It's some sort of flu, and it sucks.

I felt a little dizzy around noon on Friday, after work I came home and decided to take a nap, then I woke up a full 6 hours later as a congested sniffly coughing mess.  I ate something, took meds, started SOBBING (I don't do sick very well), then the boy put me to bed.

And in bed I have stayed.  Through the entire ruined weekend, plus today.  And, of course, my doctor can't see me until tomorrow afternoon.  I am so over this stupid sickness OMG PLEASE JUST GO ALREADY damn flu.

I need to kick this before Thursday.  The last thing my fluid-riddled noggin needs is a pressurized cabin and a transatlantic flight.

P.S.  If there are any whackjob prepared readers out there who might be hoarding conserving some tamiflu in case of emergency, I would be perfectly willing to trade a small, extremely annoying cute dog for your troubles.

Luck O' the Chirishman
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Dear NCAA People of Importance:

Thank you for turning the boy's brain not into jello, but a font of statistical information (that means very little to me but does not deter him from excitedly sharing it).

Thanks for having 64 games in three weeks.  I've been able to schedule hair, nail, outings and other events without conflict.

Thank you for always making sure "whatever you want, babe, is fine."  Why yes, indeed it is!

Thank you for helping me do better at catching up with my shows to clear out more space on the TiVo.

Thank you allowing me yet another hearty laugh everytime I hear "Fucking Melchionni - I hate that guy" from the living room.

And last, but certainly not least, thank you for making nachos an acceptable addition to the main food groups this month.

Go Carolina,

L

In one week we leave for Spain.

Madrid first, then Toledo, Segovia, and perhaps Chueca.

Count down, bitches.

Sometimes I feel like I can't win.  I feel outnumbered and defenseless and unable to escape my tormentors.  Yes, I am talking about the dogs again.

The boy had been out of town for a few days, and the whole single-parent thing is always daunting.  They get super anxious when there's only one of us around.  Molly then started waking me up in the morning before the alarm.  Annoying.  Especially at 6:30 in the morning when all 40 lbs. of her are standing on your chest.

Yesterday I had to run home to let them out, then take Molly to the vet for the continuing saga of the infected ear.  So we're out in the backyard, when Maggie sees that goddamned orange cat that drives them insane.  Naturally, they both lunge toward the cat.  There's no way I can let them go, because they'd both be halfway to Buckhead in a matter of minutes, so I hold on as tightly as I can.  Of course, I didn't have time to change, so I'm still in my heels and skirt from work.  Heels = no traction.  Thus, this is pretty much what happened:

So after that fiasco and with my hands and knees all scraped up, I throw Maggie back into the house, throw Molly into the car, and we're off.  Or sort of.  Monroe is still under construction toward Piedmont, and we're sitting in traffic for a while.  Whining ensues.  She doesn't especially like car rides, so she cries.  Sigh.

She hates the vet even more than car rides, of course, so she wiggles and squirms away from letting her get a look at the ear.  We finally manage to keep her still, only to have her PEE ON ME.  Yes, my dog peed on me at the vet.

When we finally get back, I strip off my urine-stained sweater as I walk towards the kitchen to pour myself a big ass glass of wine, thinking "I can't wait until your daddy gets home."