The Snot Rocket
To steal a phrase from Pat, I’m the snot rocket tonight.
It all started out innocently enough. Scratchy throat, bit of phlegm. I thought I would be ok, but around 6 pm my throat totally seized up, my nose became a fountain, my body got the chills and shakes and the life force started draining out of me.
I don’t have time to be sick! I arranged a mud slinging playdate tomorrow at the local sand pit, but the weather turned nasty so I suggested we all meet at the local open gym. I can’t cancel again. It feels like I have a pattern of cancelling with this group, but I don’t want to spread my germs. If I feel like this tomorrow, I don’t think I’ll be able to crawl out of bed, much less chase Erik around on a trampoline.
I bought a quilt pattern at the show yesterday and I am eager to get started! I’ve been planning on cutting out my templates tonight, but I can do nothing more than sit here with a Puff’s Plus stuck up my nose, while groaning about the unfairness of it all. I saw THE PATTERN while doing the April shop hop, and was tempted to buy it. It only came as a kit, though, and I didn’t like the colors so I forgot about it. There was a shop selling just the pattern at the show, so I snatched it up and convinced my friend Dee that she wanted to make a wall hanging too. She doesn’t know how to quilt, but she loves to hand sew so I think she’ll do fine. We are already talking about a quilting date and a “re-upholster Carrie’s white cloth dining room chairs” date. Woot! Tora, you have to join us!
In other annoying news: Erik is officially just like my sister. Someone shoot me now. He is obsessed with red clothing. Every day we fight because he wants to wear red and he only has one red shirt (purchased by my sister, of course. She has been obsessed with red since she was 2 years old). I didn’t realize the obsession when I bought his summer wardrobe, so he’s SOL. I sent out a plea to my moms group for used red clothing to trade/purchase/have so hopefully I am able to get at least a few things. He found a pair of 6-9 month shorts among the things I was mailing my sister, and insists on wearing them. He looks like he just stepped off a basketball court in 1983.
In the most annoying news: Not only am I sick, I also just started my period so that makes me feel GREAT!