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msmcknittingtonI am sick, folks. I went shopping with my mommy today, and by the end of the day I was warm and fretful. I wish I had a better way of putting that, maybe one that doesn't make it sound like I'm 18 months, but I was flushed and cranky as all get out by the end of the day. I needed to walk by a woman in the grocery store, so I said, "Excuse me," and she rolled her eyes at me and muttered under her breath. So sorry for taking up 18 square inches, ma'am, as opposed to the entire aisle you and your cart were occupying. I should have shanked her while I had the chance, but I am fresh out of spoons.
So, back to this sickness and away from my irrational anger at eye-rolling woman. It started out as a tickle at the back of my throat in the wee hours last night/this morning, and now has turned into a dry cough and convulsive sneezing. I sneeze like an old man with a schnoz the size of Texas usually, but these sneezes are ridiculous. Full body participation, people. Five or six of them in a row sometimes. I am a slave to them. The accompanying earache is just pudding on top of the pie. This is all in time for my doctor's appointment next Wednesday, which I have had to reschedule twice because of the snow. The only way I'm not making this one is if I'm dead. The plague will not stop me.
Shopping was totally worthwhile, though. I got conditioner and body wash, which probably should not excite me as much as it does, but it does, so I'll have to come to terms with that. By taking a shower, I think.
Apart from the various necessaries for fighting this throat plague (cough drops, popsicles, and soup), I also got crochet supplies. More exciting than the conditioner and body wash, I bought two crochet hooks and a ball of size 3 crochet cotton, in teal. (The teal part is what makes it more exciting than the conditioner.) And then we went to The Thrift Shop, where I got a trashy novel (it has time travel and true love!), a pair of bright pink corduroy pants, and a couple long-sleeved t-shirts. One of the shirts was even teal, which is so exciting. I also bought a crapload of assorted buttons, which means I will intersperse the hacking with button sorting.
And the attack cat got tuna and shrimp cat treats! He comes running whenever he hears a plastic bag rattle now, which is hilarious. I am not above tormenting via plastic bag rattle a creature who tries to trip me when I go down the stairs. Turnabout is fair play, fake-throwing up cat!
Can my Saturday night get better? The beginnings of a chest cold, button sorting, corduroy pants, cat torture? Yes, it can! Because Tina Fey is hosting SNL tonight and that is a beautiful thing.
So, back to this sickness and away from my irrational anger at eye-rolling woman. It started out as a tickle at the back of my throat in the wee hours last night/this morning, and now has turned into a dry cough and convulsive sneezing. I sneeze like an old man with a schnoz the size of Texas usually, but these sneezes are ridiculous. Full body participation, people. Five or six of them in a row sometimes. I am a slave to them. The accompanying earache is just pudding on top of the pie. This is all in time for my doctor's appointment next Wednesday, which I have had to reschedule twice because of the snow. The only way I'm not making this one is if I'm dead. The plague will not stop me.
Shopping was totally worthwhile, though. I got conditioner and body wash, which probably should not excite me as much as it does, but it does, so I'll have to come to terms with that. By taking a shower, I think.
Apart from the various necessaries for fighting this throat plague (cough drops, popsicles, and soup), I also got crochet supplies. More exciting than the conditioner and body wash, I bought two crochet hooks and a ball of size 3 crochet cotton, in teal. (The teal part is what makes it more exciting than the conditioner.) And then we went to The Thrift Shop, where I got a trashy novel (it has time travel and true love!), a pair of bright pink corduroy pants, and a couple long-sleeved t-shirts. One of the shirts was even teal, which is so exciting. I also bought a crapload of assorted buttons, which means I will intersperse the hacking with button sorting.
And the attack cat got tuna and shrimp cat treats! He comes running whenever he hears a plastic bag rattle now, which is hilarious. I am not above tormenting via plastic bag rattle a creature who tries to trip me when I go down the stairs. Turnabout is fair play, fake-throwing up cat!
Can my Saturday night get better? The beginnings of a chest cold, button sorting, corduroy pants, cat torture? Yes, it can! Because Tina Fey is hosting SNL tonight and that is a beautiful thing.
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Date: 2008-02-25 08:00 am (UTC)She has this strange aversion to me wearing bright pink. I have this bright pink velvet trench coat, and rather than tell me she hated it, she bought me a new wool peacoat. Of course, she then told me she was so relieved I wouldn't be wearing that monstrosity of a coat anymore, so the point was kind of lost.
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Date: 2008-02-24 08:37 pm (UTC)(You can keep the chest cold, though.)
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