Mom! Mom! Yaaaaaaaaay MOM!!!
Today is my mother's birthday. I believe she's.....yes, she's 37. Or is it 35? 26? I can't ever remember...she gets younger every year! At least every year since I moved out. I wonder why that is...hmm...
Also, this is my 100th post. Wheeeeee!
We were supposed to celebrate last weekend (the birthday, not the 100th post...although, that's an interesting idea) but Rat and I both woke up Friday with something resembling the flu. Only meaner. To be fair, Rat got it worse than I did, but that's probably because he's the one who brought it home. So he deserved it. Ha!
Where was I going with this. Oh yes, we were going to celebrate my mom's 29th birthday last weekend, but we were sick and had to cancel. Which sucked. I was really looking forward to it. So looking forward to it, in fact, that did not clean the house one little bit. At all. Not even a little bit. Unless you count the dirt I picked up off the floor with my socks....which I then took off and threw on the floor.
Now normally when my parents are coming to visit, I turn into a cleaning machine, but this time I just couldn't get into it and I didn't know why. Of course, when I woke up Friday with a migraine and a fever, things started coming into focus. And then going out of focus. Cause migraines are just no fun. Bah.
But we're both much better today, thanks for asking (I'm sure you did. You're so polite.) and I'm trying to make a dent in this pile of laundry. I've got about twice as much since I'm also washing blankets and comforters and pillows to try and get rid of all the sicky germs. The bastards.
Wait. There was a point to this post. What was it? Oh yeah, Happy Birthday Mom! I promise this weekend will be a lot of fun. Way more fun than last weekend would have been. Even if we weren't sick. So you see? It all worked out for the best. And also, the house will be clean (at least somewhat...I don't expect Rat to help since he will most likely be playing the "I'm siiiiiiick" card for the rest of the week. And what's with that anyway? I was sick too. And yet I was the one who had to peel myself off the couch to go get nyquil and mucinex and soup. Why? Can anyone explain to me why grown men become 2 year olds when they get the sniffles and yet women have to walk it off and continue to cook and pick up after our poor sick hubby who just can't be bothered to take his soup bowl back into the kitchen although he had no problem exploding the soup all over the inside of the microwave and now I've lost my train of thought again.). Oh yes, the clean house. Or semi-clean anyway. At least the mound of laundry in the hallway should be gone by then. Mostly.
So....Happy Birthday Mom! I love you and I can't wait until this weekend when we get to celebrate!
Also, HI DAD!!!