We have a little white board on our refrigerator to remind us to pick up things at the store. The hubbinator wrote this on the board.
Naturally, I read that the hubbinator wanted shears from HoDe’s but then underneath I read that he wanted death aides and a clip.
I didn’t have a problem with this scenario, but obviously the guy at HoDe’s did when I asked him where he kept his death aides. He asked, what? And I repeated myself. Then he just kinda stared at me. The hubbinator chose that moment to round the corner and explained the garden shears were outside.
Truly, the best place to be in any ZomPoc scenario is a DIY store, as let’s face it, they have plenty of items to take care of zombies. And shovels are pretty handy in burying things. Dead things. That could make them death aides.
The hubbinator couldn’t believe I’d asked for death aides. In his defense, he says he wrote double sided clip.
But my story is better. 🙂
Until next time!
While watching BBC America on my fire stick, I saw this clip of a snownado. Yes, it really is a thing. Click here to watch
Having watched all five of the Sharknado, movies, I can honestly say if someone made it into a movie and had Yetis thrown out to kill, maim, slice, and dice people, I would so watch that movie.
And I would root for the Yetis!
Who’s with me?
It is done.
After hours of work, all the Christmas decorations are stowed away. The cats helped. At least that was what they claimed when I found their stash under the tree.
I will miss the house lights most of all. Between Halloween and now, we had lights on the house. It was nice to come home to their warm glow.
Now, the house is dark when we return form walking the dog.
Sure we still have the motion lights but what fun is that. Guess I have a case of post holiday blues.
And I still haven’t found that missing bin of decorations.
Until next time.
Every three years or so, I get a really bad flu bug. Apparently 2018 was my year because starting January 2nd, my temperature started climbing. And climbing. And climbing.
At its peak, I was at 103.6 and was starting to hallucinate about magic things happening on the fringes of my vision. I shouldn’t be surprised as my normal body temperature hovers around 97 degrees. But what always surprises me is that cold that seeps into your bones and no amount of blankets can take it away.
Even aspirin and Nyquil had no affect on the fever, although I did get to pass out so that works. I went to sleep shivering and teeth chattering and woke up the same way. Always fun. I did think I was over the worst and managed to work yesterday only to come home and discover I was at 101.2 again.
That explained why I was cold most of the day. I woke up this morning soaked in sweat but not cold. Well, until I walked the dog. Then it was the outside temperature that made me cold. And when I came inside I warmed up. Bliss.
Now I just have to wait until my food tastes normal again. (FMI about why food tastes off when we’re sick click here.)
Until next time.
Family holidays are always fun times. There are the remembrances of embarrassing moments past, the fact that hubbinator and I, our daughter, and son all got our FSIL 9 bottles of body wash. To be fair the oldest daughter and her partner received enough spatulas to keep her dogs in egg heaven for the new year (her dogs eat them especially when coated with eggs).
And then there is the gift that no one wants.
Yet someone always brings it.
You know what I’m talking about.
That’s right, the flu.
Our youngest suffered the week before Christmas and after Christmas. Coughing and hacking and sleeping.
Hubbinator felt icky on New Years Day but didn’t stop him from accepting smooches from me until later. Of course, he bragged at how he’d kicked rid of the flu in a day or two.
Which meant he’d transfer it to me, because that’s how he rolls.
Came home from work with a 100 degree fever. That did break overnight but now I have the cough and sore throat.
My youngest refuses to take it back.
Ah, well. Until next time.