Why the lack of posting, you ask?
First, let me start with the post I had written on Tuesday, but had failed to post for reasons that are yet to be written, (though if you've read the title to this post, it might, perhaps, be obvious):
This morning, I was driving on Manhatan Avenue (oh, the irony) on the way to work, when I got stuck behind a slow driver. A slow driver that was driving a right-off-the-lot convertible Porsche. Which lead me to ponder the following conundrum, which I now leave up to you:
Which is worse, a person intentionally driving slowly in a very fast car, or
A person driving unintetionlly slowly in a very slow car?
And still, you ask, why the lack of posting?
Yes, by Tuesday afternoon, I knew that Wednesday was going to be a no-go. When you are so sore that you can hardly lift yourself out of your chair, yet you haven't done much more than lift a chicken wing and a beer, you know it's going to get ugly.
Was there fever? Yes. Was there a four hour nap in the middle of the day? Yes. Was there nausea? Yes. Was there barfing? No, I say. No.
By tonight, I was thinking, I could return to work. I don't feel awesome, but I could make it through a day. However, there is another person who spent the day by my side who was not feeling so hot.
Yes, it's Reilly (again). She's got my fever. My chills. My four hour nap.
It's hard to remember much that was worth writing about since Tuesday, but there was one exchange tonight that I think is worth mentioning:
As we were driving back from the local CVS, fully stocked with Children's Motrin (which was on sale!), Reilly asked that I drive by some Christmas lights. She loves Christmas lights, and I love that she loves Christmas lights. This particular Christmas light display had a blow-up Santa and a blow-up penguin dressed as a snowman. Here was the conversation:
Me: Reilly, there's Santa!
Reilly: Santa says, "Boo!"
Me: No, Reilly, Santa says, "Ho! Ho! Ho!"
Reilly, Exasperated at my stupidity: "No, DADDY, Santa says BOO!"
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