If I was meeting you for coffee today I would probably be meeting you for some turkey as my southerly neighbour is celebrating Thanksgiving. So much to be thankful for. But if I was really meeting you for coffee I would call first and warn you that I have been really sick. Flat-on-my-back-sick for the last week so you might want to stay on the other side of the peep-hole today since I'm quite sure I'm still highly contagious. I am feeling better enough to sit up, walk around a bit although a designer coffee is kind of lost on me since I can't taste, or smell anything.
But if you decided to take your chances and come in for a brew, I would tell you that my favorite little person, this guy
is becoming a master at understating the obvious. The other day he looked at me and said, "Oh, Mom. Your nose is RED." I have been cheating and using toilet paper instead of tissues sometimes and with the amount of blowing I've been doing, well what I've been doing is d-a-m-a-g-e. At least it's festive.
He also informed me one morning I had some good hair going on.
He was right.
And two nights ago, in my delirium, I foolishly tried to broil some tofu I had started marinating LAST Thursday before this virus knocked me out. But I put it in the oven and got distracted. On my way to bed I passed through the kitchen and wondered why the oven was on. Not being able to smell can be dangerous. Can you spell "SMOKE DETECTOR"? So Mr. Understatement has a look and says, "I guess we won't be eating THAT."
Right, but it was so black, I couldn't resist taking a photo of it.
If we were having coffee today, I would tell you that I managed to drag myself to work yesterday and stayed the whole day which usually heralds a little voddy shot when I get home. But the lime juice in the bottom of my shot glass looked a little too much like what I've been coughing up.
So I finished it off quickly so I wouldn't have to think about it any more.
I would also mention that just before I got sick, I had this eight-bite shrimp. I counted them. That guy was huge and tender and tasty. I documented this occasion as well.
I knew for sure I was getting better when my sense of humour surfaced last night, doing homework with this guy.
I dropped the dictionary open to this page and it just lay there. Again, a moment documented for posterity.
Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends. Gratitude is the new attitude.
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