'tis the Season

Cold and flu season that is.

I always dread it. Shiver.

Sotos kids are prone to upper respiratory infections.

Sweetums is no exception.

My immune system isn't the best either.

I tend to hibernate from late fall to early spring to avoid sickness.

Sweetums isn't happy about staying around the house.

You'd think we've grown moss on our backs.

But...

We've managed to avoid the hurlz-and-splatz so far.

Thank God.

Nasty head colds are a different matter.

Sweetums caught one from her Sunday school teacher.

She generously shared with me.

We both ended up on antibiotics for the sinus infections that followed.

We've not been to church since.

I'm looking forward to Easter. :o)

Just when I was starting to feel human again,

Cap'n Chaos brought home a fresh cold.

He also generously shared with me.

ACHOO.

I can't count the boxes of tissue I've gone through.

I lost all the hide on my nose.

I also lost my voice for the better part of a week.

Much to the pleasure and amusement of Sweetums and Cap'n Chaos.

I finally got it back yesterday.

The first thing I did was RAWR at those two for bickering.

Only for a nano-second.

The looks on their faces were priceless.

I felt guilty for losing my temper...

Even guiltier because it felt good.

I asked forgiveness.

Both theirs and God's.

But...

I'm still blowing a few smoke rings this morning.

Chuckle.

Quotable

"I think boys are cute, but I wouldn't want to kiss one. The thought makes me throw up in my throat a little." - Sweetums

I Write Letters.

Dear Mrs. Strange,

After implying that I am a materialistic creature,

Why would you then invite me to go shopping with you?

*Scratching my head*

Mother Mayhem

Word to the Wise

Never eat Salsa con Queso Cheetos before bedtime.

They give you nightmares.

EEP.

Happy Returns of the Day?

We had a little money left from our tax refund.

Gasp.

Since we are dressing out of the rag barrel,

I went on a mini shopping spree yesterday.

Sweetums was delighted to get some jeans without holes in them.

I know, she's bucking the trend. ;o)

I can never pick out clothes for Cap'n Chaos.

Wrong color.

Wrong size.

The material is too scratchy, silky, nubby, woolly...

It has stripes.

It has no stripes.

It's plaid.

It's not the plaid he likes.

I will be returning what purchases I made for him today.

Then, I'm buying myself some potato chips and Pepsi.

RAWR.

Just a Thought

According to the Chinese zodiac, this is the year of the dragon.

However, I am neither Chinese, nor do I follow the zodiac.

SNORT.

Psst...

I'm still here.

I've just got writer's block.