I’ve been out of commission lately due to being sick. Mostly recently I spent time with a little thing we like to call the flu. Or at least a 24 hour one. I cant remember the last time I threw-up but its been many years. I’m the kind of person who will lay in pain for hours rather than throw-up, I just hate the feeling. But when your body wakes you up at one in the morning to do its deed, there’s not a whole lot you can do about it. After three days of saltines and Gatorade, I have moved onto solid foods today: pie and pretzels. I think its a good start. Still have this cold that’s been following me around for a while and Id like it to go away. I realized half the problem is this cold weather I whined for ages about. I’m thankful to have it after a long warm spell. Love wearing my scarves with jackets who haven’t spent much time off the hanger. I hate wearing socks (more so for the aftermath of fuzzies between my toes – hate that) but I’ve been wearing socks to bed lately and even now in the early afternoon my feet are crying out for some warmth of socks.
This weekend we are going to get our Christmas tree. Always a highlight for me during Christmas time is getting the tree and every year my parents threaten to get a fake tree. I’m all for fake trees if they actually had a smell to them but they don’t. So until they can give me the smell that a real tree can, then boo to fakes! My mom has started to wrap presents and they are now in a pile on our kitchen table. Gold and light green are the colors for the packages this year. Long ago she learned that Kenny and I are very bad at not shaking (not unwrapping just shaking) so she doesn’t even mark who they are for at this point. Right now there are just a bunch of sticky notes all over them with codes written on them.A/PCC or ADK or SWK or IPCA What on earth could they mean? Are the ones with A at the front of them mine? I can never crack her code, but can you?