fatso.

Women who have shy little brothers visiting cannot be bothered with updating their blogs. Ok, so that’s only part of it. The other part is that lately I’ve been seeing the light in regards to naps.

I’ve always hated the term hacking up a lung; I felt it overused and too simple to convey the sheer pain and irritation it describes. But people, I’ve been hacking up lungs. Also, there is this icky mucus thing happening, sexy I know.

Currently I am abusing work time. Why I scheduled myself to work only one day this week is beyond me. Sometimes I amaze myself with all the insight I possess. Fortunately HBO will be babysitting my little brother. Thank god for TV, otherwise we’d all have to be rational adults and hire babysitters to teach kids unimportant things-like how to read. Don’t worry-he knows how to open a bag of Doritos--so he will not go hungry at my house.

The trip home was divine. The roads were clear. There was napping on the passenger seat in the middle of the night. Donuts aplenty. And my family, well they are themselves, which is the best that can be said at this time. My nephew finally is outgrowing his fear of strangers. I look forward to not being that strange woman who brings gifts. He’s quite the charmer and every word he babbles further ensures I will one get one like him for my very own. (Like children are trees you find on the side of the road. Heh.)

I think before I get caught and executed I better go back to hiding in my cubicle pretending I’m not embarrassed by the cold sore I’ve been attacked by; in addition to the morning and night hacking-snot-machine I’ve become.

All the world loves a sick person, even more they love an overachieving one that refuses to call in-again.

“Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.”
--JOHN LENNON

posted by Danna Saunders @ 12/21/2004 10:56:00 AM