Saturday, April 18, 2009

Seems as though WE are a petrie dish of filth

So everyone who was here over Easter is now ill, with a head cold. This particular head cold/bird flu/ whatever. Makes your skull feel like it is in a vice, and nothing will drain. Imagine someone stuffing wet cotton balls in your skull. Freaking weird.

Hence I am in no mood to be motherly today. I wish I was, but I can't. I do not have it in me. So I am bailing out, and taking my children to the children's museum. They can play there, maybe I can take my crocheting, or a book, or something.

I wanted to work on my yard, but that is not going to happen, as it is raining, and I have a hitch in my giddy-up

2 comments:

airforcewife said...

A "hitch in my giddy-up" is the best phrase I've heard in a long time.

I'm stealing it. Think I can be "country" enough to pull off using it? I *have* plucked chickens for dinner before.

I have also owned sheep, a steer, and horses...

I could never get the hang of canning, though.

Aria said...

I'm sorry that y'all feel so bad. Its the time of the year is what it is, makes everybody sick. I love the image of somebody stuffing wet cotton balls in your skull though. Great descriptive line!