Bu and I have had a lot of quality time. We've both been struck by a wrathful scornful god some upper respiratory gunk and have been laid up in bed for a few days. He's a couple days behind me, so he seems to have pre-empted the really fun part wherein my eyeballs started seeping pus. Sorry, but it's so effin' gross I couldn't not blog it. Poor little Birdy is staying with the grandies for her protection, as she seems to have escaped our snotly, sore throated, and feverish fate. Also ear-infected. We know how to party. We have been competitive to amuse ourselves, but it's no contest: my fever went higher, and plus the eyeball ick. I suspect that Bu scored better drugs though. We saw different doctors at Health Plus and his name brand samples are much prettier than my generic amoxicillin.
We have just completed Season 4 of Buffy, and have embarked upon a full series marathon of Firefly.
Oh, and remember how I took a "mental hygeine" day Monday? Yeah, I got sick that night and missed an entire week of work. And no, I don't get sick days. We also cancelled our annual giant cookout-beer-garage-band party that would have been tomorrow. We'll reschedule.