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.

Mission Accomplished!

I've been on a quest. In five degree weather.

I needed the perfect artificial tree and refused to pay more than eighty bucks for it.

On a whim, Sparkycus and I traipsed to Home Depot last night and ... there ... it ... was. Seven and half feet of Franklin (Fake) Fir. I had Spartucus drag out the decoration boxes from the garage last night and while he & his friends played card games and offered opinions, the boy child and I set 'er up. We got the tree up ... turns out it's one of those that you put each individual branch in. Whoops. In any case, it's up and looks pretty good. I'll finish decorating tonight or tomorrow and post a picture.

No development on the microwave front as of noon today, so I went out and bought one. God bless Chez Target! Seventy-four bucks for 1.2 cubic feet of nuking goodness at some ridiculous wattage. Heaven!

We're heading over to Troy & Chanda's for lasagna. Man, I love those guys.

'Am posting a picture of Spartacus and Bob. This is Bob's ususal place, right on top of Daddy's shoulders. (note: the wall color has since changed from the "smoked on white" that adorned the entire house when we bought it to a blue Spartacus picked out.)

Be well!