I'm an eternal optimist, always looking for that silver lining in every cloud. While this DOES tend to irritate some people, it's never been a problem, really. Part of my charm (flutters eyelashes coyly)
I think I may be taking it too far this time, though.
As you know, the Creeping Crud has been working its way through my house this week. Hubs and Daughterling #1 were taken down last night. And despite obsessive compulsive handwashing on my part, I'm dismayed to report the last few minutes, my own stomach has started making strange noises and being ever-so-slightly not right. I can't say it hurts, or that I feel at all under the weather. But something is clearly amiss. I fear The Creeping Crud has me in it's grasp...I'm just hoping to make it through the next 3 hours before it achieves system dominance.
Like my son, making it home before succumbing is ample reason to be grateful.
I'm taking this one step further, though.
I actually had the following thought:
Well, if I'm gonna get sick, at least I'll have a fresh perspective to use for my WIP.
A story about a Porcelain God, has got to have a fair amount of hurling, dontcha think? Like I said, I think I may have crossed the line this time. hahaha.
Oh, and my son actually cried this morning because he missed eating the chicken patty at school yesterday. I tried really hard not to laugh. Poor thing.
Lining up posts for the next couple days, just in case....