This shit is bananas, and not in a good way:
1. Head cold.
2. Strudel is “snacking” (suck, suck, look around, suck, suck, doze, suck, suck, stare at internets though illiterate).
3. Rewashing clean laundry due to “cat incident”
4. Down to last two diapers. Fred Meyer is the eleventh level of hell when you have a head cold. At least I won’t be able to smell the chili dogs.
5. No one has RSVPed for Frannie’s birthday party on Sunday.
6. Considering chucking elaborate birthday present idea in lieu of cheap plastic crap.
The baby just bit me with her evil little bottom row chompers. Why do they cry when they bite you? Of course I’m going to yelp.
Okay the baby, you stay over there.
And I’ll stay over here, and we’ll both take a nap later.
The cat’s puking right now. I’m not even kidding.
Everybody needs to be on opposite sides of the room right now, and quiet. Except for me, who needs to be in another room, possibly in another country, drinking rum that involves coconut milk.
Update! 2:14 pm
Okay, I’m feeling better. I got the diapers. I found a present for Franny. It is a super-deluxe wooden dollhouse, and it came with furniture–much cheaper than finagling all the furniture a la carte. And I am still sober, for now. Woo!
If you are feeling creative today, go over to Tinyblog and write a haiku! (Bless you.)
Dr. Squid‘s Headcold Tonic
Here is how I deal with head colds:
-juice of 1 lemon
-lots of honey
-bourbon to tolerance
-put in mug and fill with boiling water, then mix.
Either it clears out your sinuses, or–because you can’t even taste the bourbon–after five minutes you just won’t care. Regardless, it is scrumptious.
I do this after the baby’s already nursed, of course. Of course. Yeah.
Maybe these things can be arranged.
I want to come to Franny’s birthday party! Not because I’m a crazy internet stalker (yet?), but because kids’ parties are infinitely more fun than adult parties. At adult parties, people look at you strangely when you start shrieking and laughing after eating four pieces of cake and then fall asleep under the kitchen table when the sugar-coma kicks in… Not, uh, that I’m talking from experience or anything.
I can send Iz up for Frannie’s party, if you like. Her Gparents would do backflips to have her for the weekend. Maybe I’ll send the whole family up there. Hell, they don’t even have to go to the party–I just want them all out of the house.
Here is how I deal with head colds:
-juice of 1 lemon
-lots of honey
-bourbon to tolerance
-put in mug and fill with boiling water, then mix.
Either it clears out your sinuses, or–because you can’t even taste the bourbon–after five minutes you just won’t care. Regardless, it is scrumptious.
I do this after the baby’s already nursed, of course. Of course. Yeah.
Gotta go, said baby is chewing on random unidentifiable computer innards.
DT we are hella drinking tonight.
And thanks Squid, you ROXOR!!!111
Mmmm, bourbon.
i want bourbon.
I’m so going to stalk you down and take you out for a drink when I come to town for Potlatch in … March or whenever it is!
All is peaceful here, but Rook is singing “I saw the sign” by Ace of Base in a slightly off-key falsetto. The ladies are in their black bras here in Casa de Badgerbag. We need fancy girly drinks!
I am raising my hand and testifying as to the powerful effectiveness of Dr. Squid’s tonic. And as for the strudel, don’t even worry. One of my friend’s mom started feeding us this cold tonic when I was about 7, and it didn’t hardly even hurt my brain. Much.
Awe you may be sick, but you made *me* feel better when you made me laugh.
I drink the same thing for head colds, only I use Applejack brandy. It goes nicely with the lemon.
We drank. It was good. I felt hungover and happy this morngin.
I’ve got the bourbon but not the lemon :o(