Oh crud!

Yes, I have the crud.

I am loopy and irritable and my head hurts and my ears hurt and I'm on Advil and NyQuil and I'll be super lucky I don't end up typing about purple lizards shopping at the Galleria.

Why is nobody going to bed?

Oh, yeah! Because I did nothing all day but couch and knit and watch Eureka, which I have to say is THE most comforting show when you're sick. It's like chicken soup, which I had Mate make, because literally the ingredients were the only thing I had in the house. What can I say? I was supposed to go shopping this week, but it's been a little busy around here.

Anyway, last night we went to a wedding reception in my parents' backyard, which was lovely-- like truly lovely-- and I sucked it up and took some sudafed and smiled. I love the couple who were celebrating--I've known Kaitlyn since she was a baby and to see her now with a gorgeous family and a kind man--it was really a glorious evening.

But I felt myself get sicker as it progressed, and isn't that a shitty feeling?

You're like, "I'd love to talk to you more but I may need to lay down in bed and stare into space like a stoned iguana--it's not you, it's definitely me. Swear to God it's me. So me." *open and closes mouth like a stoned iguana*

Also, one of the people we met there was one of the mothers from ZoomBoy's old soccer team--the one that Mate coached--and we got to catch up. She was delightful and it was proof that the world is small after all.

Oh!

Also, I woke up in the middle of the night and went, "Holy shit--I have a BLOG TOUR that starts tomorrow and have written NOTHING."

So if you see some REALLY odd posts coming out from various blogs in the next week? Just remember, I was STONED and it was NOT MY FAULT.

And on that note, I"m going to bed.

Oh yes--Kermit Flail next week--First Monday of the month. And String Boys on TUESDAY!!!!!!!!!!

And may your Memorial Day be peaceful and sweet.

Amy