Too Fabulous for Words: I Gots the Fever

So it seems that my brain is still on vacation-mode since I can't seem to update any more frequently than weekly. And only on Fridays. Hmmm...

Someone should tell my body, because it's been working double-time cooking/cleaning/shopping/writing/driving/mothering and oh, YES, coughing/aching/stuffiness and a stupid bloody FEVER.

Dear Children, Starting today, please don't cough, sneeze, or otherwise dispense ANY body fluids near my person. Love, Mummy

Oh, how I love thy germs!

But ALAS! I am not too sick to send my children and husband to the great grandmother's house so they can fill up on raspberry tarts and peanut butter cookies whilst I have the girls in for a wee spot of wine and a nosh or two.

I'm making homemade potstickers (YUM), chicken satay (MMM) and something else. I'm still debating on dan-dan noodles or possibly mongolian beef on a stick, because honestly, who doesn't like FOOD ON A STICK? Hello! Corndogs, anyone?

You wanna know why my mental and physical health has suffered so much since I've been home (thereby rendering me unable to blog more?) It's because of that (song) stupidly (song) repetitive (song) but somehow sing-a-longable SONG by Nelly! and Tim McGraw. I can't get it out of my head. (Cause it's all in my head!) I think about it over and over again. (I keep picturing you with him) CAUSE IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD!

AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH.

I know I'm not the only person who can't get this song out of their head. I wake up to it, people! It's like some insidious brainwashing mechanism.

I CAN'T GO ON NOT LOVING YOOOOUUUU.

*Admit it, you know all the words too.*

So what else? OOOH, fun! I got to have a ECG today. My resting heart rate is 93 bpm. How cool is that? How cool was the lady that administered it to me, with her BLUE eyeshadow, orange tan and overly perky attitude? Although I will credit her for determining that I indeed had a fever. Sorry, lady! Hope you don't get sick!

Must go dwell on my shortage of Day-Quil and whether my friends will be offended by eating meat off a stick.

Comments

Yes. It's all in my head too. Damn song anyway. I think about it over and over again. oh, and I figured it out. You are the barefoot contessa.
Teri, who thought you were Kimber.

Posted by: teamgirl | February 19, 2005 at 12:41 PM

Ahem...we might have to sue you for repetitive clicking damages...as we never know when yer gonna get-yer-bloody-blog-on!

And.
That Finger Eleven CD generally sucks BTW...only like One Thing. But perhaps I OD'd on it...heh.
Hope you feel better soon...want some broccie soup?

OY!

LittleMissConcerto

Posted by: LaBossyMiss | February 19, 2005 at 03:19 PM