Cured of the Cold
By Friday, I was feeling much better. Unfortunately, Jerry seemed a bit worse for wear so he opted for a day of rest at home. By today, Sunday, I think we're all better. There's still some coughing and blowing of noses around here, but I think the "Week of Boogers" is coming to its conclusion.
Shit in the Shower
Saturday morning, I was taking a shower with Norah. She showers with me basically everyday -- it's actually easier to bathe her that way, and she likes being in there with me. Anyhoo, we were showering, and I look down and note that she's crouched down with her toys and I just assume she's busy playing so I resume washing my hair, etc. Then, I catch a distinct wiff of...yuck...is that? Yup. I look down to discover a giant Norah turd! Cleaning that up made me appreciate the ease and convenience of diapers!
Of Old Friends and Recent Visits
Saturday afternoon, my friend Michelle and her husband, Dan, came to stay a night with us. They are vacationing here in FL and reserved a day to spend with us, and it was so great to see them and get to visit with them. Michelle and I were assigned roommates our freshman year of college (almost 15 years ago now), and we just hit it off as both roommates and friends, and we've been great friends ever since. But, since moving to FL nearly 7 years ago, I only get to see her once or twice a year, so I always love any time we get. It was awesome to see them!
Chicken Tender in the Eye
During lunch today, Norah looked me in the eye, with a partially chewed mouthful of chicken tenders and then she sneezed in my face. The force of her sneeze projected a tiny, half-chewed piece of chicken right into my iris. Burned like a mother!
Attack of the Giant-Sized Egos
I typically call my mother on Sunday evenings for a weekly chat and catch-up, and this evening, my mom was telling me about how she'd recently watched "Julie and Julia" and her review of the movie was mostly glowing. She especially thought Meryl Streep was awesome, but she said the Julie-character was naricissitic and unlikeable. So, she says to me as an aside, "But, you know those bloggers. They're all so self-absorbed anyway." I did nothing but agree. My blog is no secret. More like an ommission on my part. I didn't want to choose that moment to interject and inform my mother that I am one of those self-absorbed bloggers who's been chatting mercilessly about herself for 5 and 1/2 years now. It didn't feel like the moment.
Speaking of Self-Centered Promotion
An online lit magazine accepted one of my short stories and published it on their site today. If you want to give it a read you can go here and check it out.
Hope everyone had a stellar weekend -- and, brace yourselves for the chocolate and flower avalanche tomorrow! Happy Valentine's Day Eve!