Cheerios with milk. And orange juice.

cheeriosBetter. Probably at about 98% anyway. That’s good enough. I feel kind of like I’ve been knit back together. Those cheerios in the bag are what I ate at the annual Courtois party last night. Mouse packed them for me. The red cup has water and ice cubes in it. That is all.

Obviously I did somehow manage to make it to the party. After spending almost the entire day on the couch, progressing slowly from sucking on ice chips to actually drinking water and finally eating a few cheerios. I was feeling okay by the time we left, just tired and no appetite, but the drive was agony. Bad weather and rush hour traffic turned a 35 mile trip into more like two hours of bouncing around on the bumpy old slush-covered Michigan freeway. I was exhausted when we got there and after scanning the room, picked out the corner seat. A big leather chair with wide arms, so no one could get near me in case I was still contagious. I stayed there on my “throne” pretty much all night. Even took a much-needed nap at one point. Even worse driving on the way home. I am not sure what was coming out of the sky. “Wintry mix”, probably. But not as much traffic. Finally home, I spent another night on the couch and this time I slept like a rock!

So. Sorry you guys for being such a bump on a log. Seeya at Houghton Lake sometime in the new year. I’ll be in fine form by then. Gastro bugs are what they are and, all in all, this one wasn’t too terribly bad. I’ve had worse. Today? Hmmm. First of all, I could not find ANY towels in the Landfill. I thought that every towel in the house had been washed yesterday so a scavenger hunt may be in order. And the place is a rat’s nest in general. Boots and coats and wrapping paper and stuff all over the living room. And I wrapped the package in that Fedex box that y’all were so curious about yesterday. I think the GG must’ve asked me about five times if he I wanted me him to wrap it. No, no, no, no, and no. I won’t say who it is for but it is mine to wrap. Done. Onward and hopefully upward.

P.S. Check out the Marquis’s cute little video in honor of your favorite blahgger. Plenty of little flashes of Pooh if you look closely. It was probably playing in three rooms here at the Landfill before I went to sleep last night.

And yet another link! To the frizzlefry blog for pics of the party.

2 Responses to “Cheerios with milk. And orange juice.”

  1. Sam Says:

    I saw you in that wide-armed chair on frizzzzzzzzzzzzzzlefry. With a bear!

  2. Jay Says:

    Glad you are on the mend. Send Frizzleguy my thanks for the great pictures.