Germ Warfare
Somebody hates me. Clearly.
For the second time in a month, my family and I have been taken down by nasty head colds. I'm ready to boil everything and everyone I come in contact with. The cool thing is that I work somewhere that tells you to go home if you're sick ... even if you don't have sick or vacation time available.
I thought it was lip service the first time round with the cooties. I have never worked someplace where they meant it, and have never heard of any place either. And yet, I was handed a note by signed by my department telling me to go home. And my boss gave me the "would you leave already" talk. Apparently the uncontrollable sneezing, weepy eyes and frogs trying to hop out of my lungs is not something people like to bear witness to in the workplace. It's strange; 'makes me never want to play hooky again. Apparently reverse psychology does work on me!
Christmas is at my fabulous sister-in-law's in Thief River Falls, MN this year. I'm really looking forward to it, except that ALL of us are going to be there; Spartacus & I with Sparkycus, my sister-in-law's husband's parents and Spartacus' & Whammy's parents, too. There is tension. If only we could drink ... (Spartacus' & Whammy's parents do NOT drink and frown upon it as though it were an original sin. We didn't even toast with champagne at our wedding.) Now, I come from a long, proud line of alcholics and have avoided regular drinking for the better part of my adult life. However, in sub-freezing temperatures with people being Minnesota-nice ... well, something might just have to give. I have visions of my brother-in-law finding a nice bar.
It will be nice, I'm sure. Whammy has a very comfortable home and we always have a good time. I'm sure I'm just making up stories and assuming the worst.
Wow, have I just demonstrated the very definition of blogging being about nothing? Maybe I'll start doing mini-posts during the day so there is actually something of interest.
Y'all take your vitamins.