I've been doodling, and being sick.
The gods of snot should be quite pleased with my
offerings in the past week... but of course those gods
would be the live sacrifice, and we're still not happy
kinds. I'm not sure mucus gods could every really
be pleased.
The rest of the family decided to become worshipers
on Saturday, which meant Mother's Day weekend had
a lot more laying around and nose blowing than is
normally good. The Big Guy pulled himself out of
his sickbed to make me coffee in bed and I was given
some wonderful cards. The upside to all of this is
that when I get my raincheck Mother's Day (the one
where my family is not devoring kleenex), I will have
coffee in bed AGAIN. That will mean three times this
year, which is triple the times of last year. Yay, me!
I am back on my feet, which means that I spent the
weekend painting the back porch. With every brush
stroke I was casting a spell, "This will be a nice place,
and not storage." We'll see how this goes. Anyhoo,
back to the painting.