It might just be the Dextromethorphan talking...

So I'm getting over the flu. The real flu- not the puking & runs thing; that's actually gastroenteritis, probably caused by the Norovirus. The real flu is a respiratory thing where everything hurts and you cough up stuff that looks like boogers only it comes from down south which is good because these babies would never fit thru your nostrils. Kind of like raw oysters, actually. WHY do people eat that shit- does it make them more sophisticated than people who like Fisherman's platter? And Sushi- let's get some other raw fish and wrap seaweed around it- yum yum!
I know: let's grab that dead skunk off Rt.1 and wrap it in lawn-clippings and see if it catches on! I feel so erudite and smug.
Oops- back to topic. John got me some medicine: he said to drink the orange stuff during the daytime and the green stuff at night. Maybe.
All I really heard was coughcoughcoughhackgagcough "I'll see ya Thursday night." So I grabbed the bottle and took a big swig-shit- wrong bottle- let's try that again. Now I'm feeling dizzy and hearing a buzzing noise in my ears- kind of like the the 70's as a whole. Orange and green are duking it out in my bloodstream. I'm so very tired now. Must stay awake...
Focus!
Here's a thought worth exploring: has Easter ever been "on time"? How did Thanksgiving arrive so late last year- and was that why the turkey was so dry? Does any of this have anything to do with Plate-techtonics?
***GREAT IDEA for a T-Shirt: "My ancestors came from Pangea and all I got was this lousy receding brow bone."
Did Early Man's Mom ever warn him to stop running with that arrowhead before he loses an eye? Did he ever spoil his dinner by eating a (raw) muskrat before the Mastodont was ready?

Does this make sense?

According to Lizzie we have a new new bathroom. Not to be confused with the old new bathroom. It's the finishing touch on our new "Master Suite" which is a fancy way of saying "it's next to our really big new bedroom and we have to share it".
I have never shared a bathroom with my husband. I like to keep things like nail polish and bras and coffee cups lying around; and Lizzie adds in balloons, straws, and all my good CD's for work. John likes to fill his bathroom with spare change, receipts from Home Depot, tools, cans of paint, and cleaning supplies.
Fast forward to now: this bathroom is a work of art: walls the color of hot chocolate, blue and brown tiles, big jet tub*, big shower stall with French doors (so cool) and one of those automatic shower cleaners because the new Mr. Fastidious wants to "keep it nice". Not one fingertip towel out of place... We even have a double sink with two mirrors because I tend to spit toothpaste all over "my" mirror and thats' just gross. Okay......... but it only has one toilet ......................


*Lizzie likes to put on a bathing suit and go swimming in it.