My kids have all had killer colds lately.
Or maybe it's the flu.
I grew up thinking a cold = runny nose and the flu = throwing up.
Apparently, the flu can also be the achy, feverish, congested feeling I've associated with colds. Who knew?
Anyway, I got a little Gingerbread Man on them.
You know, "I've run away from a little old woman, a little old man, and I can run away from you, too. I can!"
I shouldn't have done it. Fate loves nothing more than taking down those who mock her.
And take me down she did. She even made it look like it was my own damn fault. She's crafty like that.
The other night I was picking up the living room. My daughter left a half a can of Diet Coke on the table.
I LOVES me some Diet Coke.
I picked it up and took a swig without thinking. I hadn't even swallowed when it hit me.
She'd been sick. The can was contaminated.
I kid you not, I stood in the kitchen with a mouthful of Diet Coke.
I looked like a hamster with carrots stashed in its cheeks.
Afraid to swallow, but knowing I'd already exposed myself.
I finally did swallow...but only because there were dishes in the sink and my Momma would have a FIT if I spit on dishes (yes, even dirty ones).
The next morning, my throat was sore. By mid-day I had a headache, chills, and tingling sinuses to add to my list of complaints.
Moral of the story: Don't EVER mock Fate, my friends. She'll get you.