Urgh

I has a cold.  

I think Scarlett gave it to me. 

I stayed home from work today and have felt progressively worse as the day has passed.  I kept Scarlett home too primarily because she's had a sore throat and yucky nose, and needed Vicks salve on her chest last night in order to sleep. Plus I couldn't bring myself to put forth the effort required to get her to school. 

This means no nookie this weekend, and likely no sight of my favorite man. He wears his tissue boxes on his feet, thankewverrahmuch. Come in with the milk come in with the milk come in with the milk come in with the milk.*

So anyway.  I haven't had much to say lately, and got a much needed nudge from Ruthie last night. I am going through much of the same ol' same ol' frustrations and bitches and frankly I'm tired of writing about them.  I have a giant zit below my nose. I am utterly random and quite content in that mentality. I want cake. 

I am not depressed, although well.....I might be.  Borderline or something.  Feels more like just tired of the shit. I get positively dreamy-eyed when I see a house, which is followed by getting slightly despondent when I think of the paperwork and effort involved and the difficulty I will have finding a suitable place within the parameters of the mortgage program - the only one that is interested in me. Right now I'm too busy trying to pay for Christmas and the roof over my head, my heat and my intranets. So house must take a back seat.  Possibly until after the first of the year. 

I'm getting a surprise this Christmas.  First surprise I've received in a long time. I'm nervous. 

And that's all I'm gonna say about that. 


"a-choo"







*if you get this reference, you get a cookie.