I spoke too soon, gleefully, of being plague-free this Valentine's day.
Tuesday night found me, 10 pm, at the pharmacy counter of the local 24 hour Shoppers Drug Mart, trying to find a way to keep Munchkin's fever down (apparently, you alternate doses of acetaminophen and ibuprofen) and stocking up on popsicles, juice, and board books about princesses. Picture me in my parka, and my Sorels, and my yoga pants, eyes red, hair flattened, voice hoarse from coughing, standing next to the cute giddy couple shopping for condoms. Damn right! Look what happens to you when you don't use contraception! Ha!
(That big red bottle? Is for me and my ever-lingering flu.)
Lord almighty, even the cat has developed an ominous sneeze today. Pray for us. Or send drugs, or maybe reinforcements.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Posted by Mimi at 10:20 PM