GET OUT THE LYSOL, EVERYBODY IS SICK

 

So I have the flu. There are only three symptoms, they (Dr.) say, cough, fever and sore throat. Unlike the lottery, my chances were pretty darn good after entertaining people with germy children.

I’m not even checking the mail! OU Boy brought home masks that look like something out of an Avengers movie and I have lysoled the heck out of every surface! Really well. OU Boy thought he would hop back into bed this morning only to find his pillow damp from the can of Lysol I sprayed on it.

For about 30 minutes yesterday, I thought I felt better but then my body showed me it was not better. Fever, sore throat and coughing and I become Vivien Leigh draped over a chaise lounge telling anyone who will listen that I am dying and need more tea.. deep sigh.

This is my spot. I claimed it and all my germs are contained under this quilt my sister made for me. So far I have been downing the Bigelow Benefits Teas hourly. I made a green superfood smoothie, I’m mainlining Suja’s Lemon-Cayenne sugar-free juice hoping to kill the germs. And I read an entire book The Jane Austen Society, coming later this year.

For a lot of people, it is Ash Wednesday. I reminded OU Boy that mass is at 7 tonight and he said, “So which one of our pagan holidays have you appropriated now?” Me, ” Dude, I don’t know, just let them put ashes on your forehead and move on.” See, that is how sick I am. I did not dig into my vast bag of encyclopedia-like knowledge, I just said “whatever.”

Be Well. And for cripes sake, keep your sick kids home.

Love you!

xx P

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

Happy Mardi Gras! My favorite time of the year. Parades, balls, King Cake, beads, everything purple, green and gold.

Today is a frenzy of people dragging their huge boxes of beads, cups and other throws onto a float with 40 other people dressed just like you. And one 5-gallon bucket in the closet for all of us to use. And since we have been drinking since that first Mimosa at 8 a.m., that bucket is in high demand.

While we all take our places and the parade rolls. Today we will roll once during the day and again at night. And then, Lent. Go to church and get your ashes and forget sugar for 40 days. That’s probably sacrilegious, but it’s true. And for once I am glad. We have the plague. Yep. That’s what it is. Why? Well, we went and hung out with adults who have children. Those little germ mongers are relentless.

Have yourself a fun time tonight and be safe!

xx P