We (as in BOTH my husband and I )have the ooky flu here.
You know the kind..ooky-clean-up-after-yourself-kind. My-ears-hurt-kind. I-want-my-mama-kind. You are on your own kind because God knows, I’m in no shape to tend to anyone else and he’s in no shape to tend to me. In fact, when I’m this sick, leave me alone. Go away. Don’t talk to me.
Or in my case, I want my own personal children, who are in Utah, taking care of my mama, leaving me to take care of my own self.
I know I’m sick, because the dogs are looking at me like I’m going to die and then who will take care of them. You know the look.
I just spent 20 minutes standing in front of the open fridge,in hopes that something would suddenly leap out at me. There is nothing in there that is going to make me feel better. Root beer? Nope. Sushi? Nope. Eggs? Shudder. Corned beef? Salad? Soup? Shrimp? Ice cream? Chai tea with real cream?
And after I have some of this stuff (I buy it by the case because it is the one non-narcotic thing that stops my head-maybe) and after I take a nap and I feel better (because I will, eventually)
I’ll work on this, which is such an easy little knit for Joe’s wee little baby over there in Mallow. I’m using this , which I got here which is just a joy to work with in the 302 BabySpot, which is mainly white with bits of yellow, Capri blue and aqua in it. Very pretty. And lovely to work with. It’s the microfiber that makes it work just like butter. I have the front and the sleeves done; just the back to finish up and the wee little sailboat buttons to put on and then off it posts. I’m really surprised (and pleased) at how fast it worked up, seeing as how there was a pattern to pay attention to. The yoke part took the entirety of House Bunny to finish. The sleeves? Fireproof. (My own personal children have my camera, so no real photos of my work. 😦
And my jaw still hurts from the three hours I spent LAST WEEK in the dentist’s chair.
I hates the dentist. Even if it was free. Which it is not.
Even if they gave away yarn.
Which they do not.
And I am going to miss my hometown knit and Panera because I have cooties too hideous to spread.
O, woe be me.
Pass me another Red Bull.