Um, yeah, about my last post, sorry about that.  Admitting that I sometimes experience dark feelings of angst and perhaps rely on other people's happiness, way too much, is not very conducive to engaging in an easy-breezy, go ahead take your shoes off and get comfortable, sort of conversation, right? 

Also, not my typical writing style.

I blame it on having been home-bound for the last few weeks, harboring a fugitive kidney stone (his name is Richard, Dick for short) then being slammed with a wicked head cold, just when I was really beginning to feel pretty good -- especially, from the neck up.

Compounded by consuming large amounts of mindless TV (stay away from Bravo, it's highly addictive!) while the children and my husband took turns tucking me into the couch, or bringing me fresh boxes of tissues and herbal tea.

Then, it hit me like a ton of idioms:  I was suffering from a man cold and...just ask any woman and they'll tell you...that shitz is near fatal, you guys!

So, last night I took my Nyquil (like a big girl) and said to myself...SELF!...you need to get rid of that shitz REAL FAST!

I am very happy to report that Richard (Dick for short) has indeed left the building, my head is clearing up and I am a MUCH better woman for it.

[incoming text message]

"I think you got me you filthy animal."

Good thing, seeing as I gave my husband my man cold.

So, please, for the love of Garth (not his real name) take care of yourselves, have a fantastic weekend (yes, ALL 3 of you) and if anyone needs me I'll be upstairs pretending to be asleep.

Until then I remain forever yours,

Richardless

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