Feeling Fluish

It is Friday and I don’t feel like doing a damn thing, not even quilt. My eyes and skin ache and I am sweating. I feel like a squeezed sponge. I hope I am not coming down with something. On the other hand, if I am not sick, there is something definitely wrong with this old body of mine and I’d just as soon have the flu. I keep smelling things, too. Evelyn was digging a hole and even though I wiped off her feet, the smell of dirt (which I usually like) is about to make me gag. I don't smell so darn good, either, come to think of it. I probably just need some chocolate. I am watching Dr. Phil and some ladies are modeling pajamas but I am not sure why and it is irritating me that my valuable time is being wasted this way. No wait, it just got better because someone proposed. Dr. Phil better get something a bit more exciting because otherwise I am switching over to my real love, Shepard Smith on Studio B, Fox News. He is a dog lover, you know.

I had court this morning but was back home by 12:30. I answered some mail, made a few calls and wasted time e-mailing my son because I love him. It was also a good excuse to avoid working.

We are coming up on the “Chesapeake Primary” so are being deluged with political ads. There is one interesting one of the radio. It begins as a Hillary ad, going on and on about how terrific she is and how bad the “Bush Bunch” is. Without a break, you hear Obama say, “I am Barak Obama and I approve this message.” It then launches into his own ad. It is quite peculiar and I have to wonder if someone was being sly in the sales room. I’ve heard it several times and don’t know why that wasn’t fixed, immediately.

The chocolate isn’t helping but I'll continue to eat it, anyway. I think I will have a glass of wine and completely freak out the husband who has never, never, never come home to find me intoxicated (although he has frequently come home to find me surrounded by candy wrappers). The girls are here so it would not be like I would be drinking alone.

Cheers!

photo - this picture of Jezebel baring her fangs captures my mood fairly well