… except this time, I’m not sure what it’s trying to say. First I am laid up with that literal “pain in the butt” thingy, get over that. Then I break my pinky toe whilst running around the house and not paying attention to what I’m doing. OWWW. THEN! I come down with a cold that sounds more like bronchitis. The fun times just keep on rocking, don’t they? Oh well. It was probably inevitable that I get it since I saw the mother last week and she was sorta getting over one that apparently came back during the week. I have tissue, Nyquil (oh how I loves me some Nyquil), cough suppressant and books so I should be set for a while.
Anyway, in happier news, GOL is undergoing her LAST round of chemo!!! WOO HOO!!! She’s a marvel, that one. Always moving forward, no matter what. Bless her heart (and Cousin ‘O Love and Steve ‘O Love too). I still want to throw her a “F” the cancer party but I think COL had a mass or something more spiritual in mind. :)
(Cough Cough) Back to bed for me.