It's gettin' better....

George just went to get the belt for the vacuum, Eric's milking and I've got the house to myself.
I've got the Beatles blasting out of the pooter speakers and I think if I take enough of this cold medicine, I won't mind much of anything. Being dizzy (physically, for a change) is almost fun.
The chill'uns'll be here til Tuesday, too. Cool.

Heh...Eric's ex was bitching to George about her last b/f and the dolts she has to deal with alla time, right? Well, one thing she said was "I'm sick of this shit. No more Mrs. Nice Lady for me." When George relayed that to me, I laughed when I heard myself say "Oooh...that musta been an exhausting 10 minutes...."
Is she high? Mrs. Nice Lady....*giggling* Oh, stop it.

Anyhoo...Gonna go ingest some cold meds (which I have discovered have *PSEUDO-ephedrine!!!! Yay!!!!) and get busy (singing with the Beatles) cleaning.

(*Close enough...)

Two 'uplifting' sidenotes...this cold makes me sound even more like Mr. Lennon and it has occured to me that if I do this just right, I may be able to 'share the wealth' of this cold with the ex....hehehehehe.
What?

Peace y'all....

Posted by: Stevie at 03:33 PM

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