So, here I am again.
Let me tell you, whatever this germ is that has assaulted my insides over the past two days, IT WINS. I have never been so miserable. Well, wait. The last time I was this miserable I was eight months pregnant and had the flu. That was bad.
But this, this has been awful. I took finals last night in a cold sweat and just prayed I wouldn’t hurl on the table. Or poop myself. Or both. And while I think I may be over it and Lucy didn’t seem to have it quite as bad, Josh has it now. Everyone knows that when the man gets sick the world is ending.
It snowed last night. There was a big uproar because we were under a WINTER STORM WARNING. The pink and blue on the radar was very promising indeed.
And then this happened, and it was lovely and exciting.
I even started to maybe believe the warnings, and i got a little excited. I live in Mississippi, people. We get real snow maybe a couple of times a year.
Then this morning I woke up and looked outside with huge anticipation….
Nothing. The pavement was wet. The end. I wanted to go find the inventor of the Weather Channel and punch him.
Max was excited, though. He had been upset that school might be closed because today is the chess tournament that he’s been prepping for for months. Which is why he woke up, looked out the window, and yelled, “SWEET!”
Yup. It’s my kid’s fault the snow didn’t stick. Maybe I should punch him.
Ha ha! Okay, don’t punch your kid. Go for the weatherman.
Anything I can do to help?
That’s really sweet. But I think we’re good. I plan to keep myself on aspirin/ibuprofen for at least the next 72 hours. Fever is for the birds.
Too bad about the weather not snowing, but at least you won’t have children throwing snowballs at your windows.
Very true. The screens survived another day.
And sure a snowstorm is promising. Hell, the first flurries hit and WalMart is sold out of milk and strawberry PopTarts in no time flat.
Wishing you to get well soon! And don’t punch your kid because he prayed not to snow. SMooch him well!