
I'm dying. As some of you know, I've been fighting a headcold/sorethroat/fever gifted to me by my sweet hubby and now left to fend for myself. That's a run on sentence, isn't it? I'll have you know that this program has no spellcheck or grammar check and I'm bad at both...so enjoy my little foibles...anywho. I've been sitting at my computer for a year or so now trying to get caught up on all these half price collage sheets I've been printing for my
chunky book swap participants. I finally decided to take my temperature and much to my surprise, it rose quickly to 104 degrees. Just what I had suspected. I made an instant phonecall to hubby (who has been working entirely too much) and let him know that it was of upmost importance for him to get his little butt home and take care of his dying wife. When I told him I had 104 temp, he said.."oh my gosh, that's serious!" "yes it is...get home now, I need you."...okay, it was close to dinner time and a nice hot cooked meal prepared by his capable hands sounded like just the ticket to make me all better! There was one little detail I was withholding. Our electric thermometer had run out of juice (battery dead)...so, I got the next best thing. We have an electric meat thermometer in the kitchen utensil drawer...it works for the roast, why the heck would it not work for me. So, maybe it's off just a little. Out of guilt, and to ease hubby's worry, I confessed to the method I used to obtain my temperature. He started laughing so hard he almost dropped the phone. "Stick a fork in her, SHE'S DONE!"...he tells me he has to go so he can tell all his friends what his crazy wife did THIS TIME!!! (he didn't really say crazy, but I"m sure he was thinking it) Here I sit...dying...printing collage sheets at 1am...but planning my escape. Kimber and I are high tailing it out of here in the morning...to be gone for 48 hours...just the two of us. We need some mommy daughter time...
I'll write when I get home. oxox
Posted by: Lindsay | May 01, 2005 at 07:30 PM