I’ve got a cold this week, and it seems that I am a whiny baby, and quite unproductive
all the time when I am sick. Instead of resting by getting more sleep, I have accepted the laziness challenge with all the gusto that I accept a plate of nachos sent to my table. Not that this has ever happened. But should you ever be considering sending me a plate of nachos…I just want it known that they would be readily accepted. Why isn’t that a common convention? I guess giving someone coronary artery disease via cheese consumption isn’t really what they mean by “the way to her heart.”
I’m heavily dosed on Tylenol Cold & Sinus. Just in case that isn’t glaringly obvious.
I also announced that fact during Maggie’s transition meeting at the school yesterday. Because I figured a meeting with 9 school officials is an excellent time to explain why my head is fuzzy and I can’t put words together. I was worried that they would think I was day-drinking. I’m sure they were relieved to learn that is was simply over-the counter drug use.
Or they’re building a file.
Back to my point. I have discovered something worse than any recreational drug.
Candy Crush Saga on Facebook.
I officially hate all of you who were already playing this game and lured me in.
I’m pressing charges.
You would also think that I should know better. Isn’t luring with candy Stranger Danger 101 type stuff? Doesn’t any toddler know that these days? Next I’ll be helping someone “find their puppy.”
Now I am hooked. And I also suck at it so I run out of lives, and get taunted by this:
|That’s actually my heart crying from too much cheese.|
I keep running out of lives, so I have to beg friends for them. It’s only a matter of time before I am rifling through their medicine cabinets.
Last night after I finally surrendered to the evil that is Facebook games, I headed to bed and found this sweet note left on my pillow by Molly.
She also had made my bed because I guess the maid forgot to
every that morning. She really does have a kind heart, and she loves making get well cards, and taking care of anyone in the family that isn’t feeling well.
I was sure to have sweet dreams after that.
Or nightmares about exploding pieces of candy.
Now, speaking of candy…gotta go see if I have any more lives to use. But I can totally stop anytime I want.