Horse Puckey Can Type
Yesterday I didn’t feel so good. Now, I had just finished cleaning the garage (allergic to dust), and then weeded the flowerbed (allergic to grass and weeds), so I figured allergies were to blame. This morning I got up and took the cat to the vet, where he proceeded to help me out by shaving hunks of matted fur off of her neck. (The cat, she needs to improve her grooming ability. More time licking, less time sleeping and making my eyes itch). Since I am quite allergic to cat fur, and had pretty much bathed in it, I credited my crappy symptoms to the allergies once again. After all, when you’ve just mixed dust, grass and cat, you’ve pretty much told Mother Nature to take her best shot. You shouldn’t be surprised when you end up with a shiner. Nature likes to win.
About an hour later I had a fever and glands the size of peaches. Large, viral peaches. Yum. I also had 5 children running around the house, a package to take to the post office and enough work to keep me busy for a good five hours. I also have an appointment of some sort or another every single day this week and hours of work culminating in my teaching a full day of classes and picking up my parents from the airport. Of course I can do all of this feeling like horse puckey.
My only question is this: Who’s going to clean the house? That I’d like to know.




