well, the drinking gods have wreaked their revenge. I have been fighting off what appears to be full blown flu. I prefer to think of it as an alien trying to bust out of my gut.
The Phenom keeps hounding me as to the increments of my "feeling better." Frankly, it has moved from being endearing and sweet to rather annoying. Annoying because this weekend we have the family obligation tour moving to our house, and I think the Phenom sees the possibility of an alien bursting forth from my gut as the ticket out of entertaining said relations.
The odd thing is . . . I'm more than willing to whine and expect sympathy when there is something minor wrong . . . like that bruise on my hand from loosing the "gator clip war." But when something more serious is wrong . . . I like to be left alone and don't want it discussed.
I do wonder if the alien will be all alien . . . or will there be a bit of monkey in there too?
I have to feel better . . . there is a batch of margaritas in the freezer and I'm trying a new carnitas recipe.
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Awww....from one monkey to another ... hugs :) Well, hugs without touching 'cause I don't wanna catch anything.
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