Not Fabulous

It's day five of the Black Plague of Death. Snot monkeys are still break dancing in my sinus passages and my ability to cough-squeak along with any Dolly Parton song is making me all the rage at parties here in the holler.

And my nose? My delicate little shnoz that has worked so hard to try to expel snot monkeys from their hiding places in my head, is all red and raw and peelie.

Oh I am one damned fabulous chunk o' eye candy.

Try to control yourselves.

We woke up to a blanket of white this morning and ridunkulously low temps for anywhere south of the Mason-Dixon. It's supposed to snow pretty much all week, I even had to cancel the noggin doc. The voicemail she left sounded a little sad, I think she misses me.

Or she's afraid I'm gonna lose it and lock Ma in the closet. Not that I've ever threatened to or anything...


She should just be thankful she doesn't have to worry about being exposed to the yacking Black Plague of Death (and snot monkeys.)

I've got two more hours to kill and 100K in orders to enter, so I'd better get crackin'. Ya'll have a good one, we'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!


kenju said...

Sorry about the snow. We may get some on Thursday and I am not looking forward to it at all, especially since I am supposed to work on Sunday and I don't want to miss it! Hope you feel better soon. Maybe if you get snowed in, you can recover before you have to go back to the salt mines.

Teressa Flye said...

I don't see how the hell you work in such a condition. I'd have myself declared legally DEAD first, but then, I'm a wuss.

babyhellfire said...

ick. I hope you feel better soon