Nothing else like it, not counting all the others just like it all over the internet
Monday, March 1, 2010
Eric has pneumonia. I have pneu-whatever-I'm-sick-too-which-totally-absolves-me-from-guilt-when-my-pneumatic-husband-is-making-dinner-and-changing-diapers-(right?), and our house feels like a petri dish. I think I have the same cold Lennon had two weeks ago, for the third time. That's possible. It IS.
I wanted to have more to say than that. I really don't, though. I just wanted the image of me as a dancing monkey off the top of the page. Let's replace it with the image of me, coughing up mucus all over my keyboard. Yum.
Mom to two of the most adorable kids named after Beatles, wife to a frustratingly-talented musician stuck in a suit and tie, sister to the biggest bunch of head cases you'll never meet, daughter to a genius and a saint, and friend to all. Legally blind, Certifiably bipolar, and Undeniably oversharing, the only question left to ask is, Why wouldn't you be reading this?