God might not want me to blog

I was all pumped up and ready to go when I made my last post.  I told myself "I'm going to post every day like I used to!  I still have so much to talk about!  I have so many stories saved up!"  But one fateful day soon after I made my comeback post, I fell ill. 

So I've been laying around, listening to Sarah's Key on audiobook...which it turns out is very, very depressing so far.  And then I told myself that of course it's going to be depressing, it's about the Holocaust.  But then I found myself angry with the author:  it's not a true story, so why be so brutal?  Why can't anything actually go right in this story?  Will there be some sort of happy ending?  I like happy endings.  And then I told myself to shut up because most real life Holocaust victims didn't have happy endings.

When I'm not listening to the book, I'm ordering from a pizza place just so that I can get milk delivered since I am too sick to pack everybody into the car and go get it myself.  "I have a really weird question for you," I said to the thick-accented Italian man on the other end of the phone, "would it be possible for you to send me, like, just a gigantic cup of milk?"  Of course I asked this after I ordered some actual food.  For a reason I still don't understand, he handed off the phone to an equally accented woman who asked if I would mind if the driver picked up a gallon from CVS Pharmacy.  I said of course not and that I would be eternally grateful.

The delivery man showed up here about 20 minutes later and handed me my sandwich and "mac n cheese bites".  I said "where my mo'fo milk, man?"  and he said "I don't know dawg, they wrote milk here on the receipt but never told me to pick any up, but I can go get some if you want, homez" and I said "Fo real man, I'd 'preciate it."

So he came back another 10 minutes later with my milk and I gave him a $10 tip for his time.  Though $4 of it was to cover the milk. 

Does this make my lymph nodes look big?

My husband gave me an early Valentine's Day gift this year. Isn't it adorable?



I've decided to keep it close to me, in my throat. I feel the love radiating from the inside of my neck every time I swallow.

There should really be more public awareness about KTIs: Kiss Transmitted Infections. Mono and oral herpes can also be "sent with a kiss", but how often do we actually think about these things? Are you aware that possible danger lurks behind every kiss?

Tomorrow I will be bringing the children with me to their favorite place in the world: the doctor's office. Although we seem to be there for me more often than for them, my boys really act up whenever we go, especially my 2 year old.

This is a place where both Stop, Drop, and Pout and Captain Noodlelegs tactics are used right up until we exit out the front door (after of course, he thows himself dramatically onto the filthy carpet the minute we step into the waiting room, where we need to walk through to leave...in front of about 20 people, who take no shame in staring at me pushing one kid, pulling another, and juggling the smallest in my arms).

Can't wait!