Beware the germs

I absolutely hate being sick. Some people might get off on the stuffiness, the drippiness, and the music of hacking up a lung. But not me. I loathe having my taste buds hijacked so that the only thing that tastes good anymore is water. Blech. The only thing I have to look forward to, besides feeling better, is the sweet haze that Tylenol Night-time Warming Cold medicine will inevitably bestow upon me tonight. Sweet Dreams.

I love my friends

Damn you Crystal for calling me out! :) Papers are being filled out and I'll be demanding 'his' input this week. It's time. Actually it's WAY past time. Shhh You hear that? That's the wind of change...

One minute, then the next, then the next...

You know that old lady who lives down the street? The one who's house all the kids avoid unless triple dog dared to approach. The lady who owns 30+ cats. The lady who sits at her window and gives the stank eye to everyone who walks by. The lady who probably had her heart broken into a million pieces and was afraid to let anyone near her again because the fear of getting hurt again out-weighed the fear of living the rest of her life alone? I'm trying really hard not to be like her.