I was hoping I was getting over this toothache I've had for a few days. Instead it seems to have turned into a full fledged infection so I would appreciate your prayers. I soaked my mouth off and on in hot salt water (which has worked before but it tastes dreadful), rubbed Deep Heat on that side of my neck, and have been heavily drugged with Migraine Strength Excedrin and Benedryl.
Hehehe, hubby bent over to give me a kiss on the cheek this evening and I warned him there was cream there. It wasn't until I told him it was Deep Heat (actually the Wal Mart brand of same) that he was going blech, blech. I tried to warn him.
So... besides the sore shoulder and arm there is now a sore tooth and cream rubbed into my feet because the doctor tells me my feet are dangerously dry. Sheesh. I'm going to enjoy perfection someday. It's hard to believe I was rarely sick (except difficult pregnancies and Midwest sinus pain!) :)
I've made my way through ALL the comments in my Inbox (over 200, how did I let it get that many) and about half my e-mails. I always enjoy getting e-mails at the address on the sidebar so feel free to type away and don't pay any attention to my whining about having to answer them. It's not your e-mails, it is me getting behind that I'm muttering about.
There is nothing like reading your lovely comments to make me feel better. I also received some fabulous gifts! (L., you wrote that you hadn't heard from me. I did write you so e-mail me if you didn't get it. Hotmail was acting really strange today.)
Okay, my birthday is July 28th. I've always loved July. I suppose as a child it was exciting because the 4th was special when my dad was still alive and my mom always made birthdays amazing. Back then the heat and humidity didn't bother me in the least. But it is also such a beautiful time of year where I live... so green and lush, before the corn starts drying in the fields and the autumn colors (which I also love) begin to take over.
I wanted to get married in June but hubby wouldn't go for it. The local paper always printed the ages and he didn't want it to show a 27 yr old was marrying a 19 yr old so we waited until August and were married the last weekend it would be possible to take a honeymoon and get back before his classes started (he was working on his Master's Degree at the time). That way it showed he was marrying a much more mature 20 yr old. Ya' have to learn how engineers think.
I had been on the sofa part of today except for time spent here at the computer and fixing dinner. I had two packages of chicken which had been defrosted and I decided we were having fried chicken, no matter the pounding in my head. I did "cheat" and use instant potatoes again (although this brand is very good), a jar of... gaak... gravy, which I'd purchased for such a time as this, and a can of green beans... nuked. The guys kept talking about how good the food was. Of course, my Kentucky born and bred mother would have said anything tastes good with fried chicken. Now, I only wish Merry Maids would pop in overnight and clean the kitchen. Other than getting the coffee pot ready for in the morning, I'm not touching those dishes (although hubby did rinse most of them for me).
So now, I have a few books on the bed as well as a cat waiting for me. You know the kind of books, those you pull off the shelf because they require no thinking whatsoever. Let's see, there is It's About Home by Patsy Clairmont and Welcome Home by Emilie Barnes (purchased for $1.00 at a book sale as I gave Stephanie my original copy).
I also have one of my recent library cookbooks in the stack... Buttercup Bakes at Home by Jennifer Appel. Oh, the recipes she has in that book... my blood sugar will go up just reading it but it's worth it.
So I take leave of you now as I get ready to move the Fluffy One and do some reading. I don't feel like tea tonight (gasp!!!). Instead I'll take one of Christopher's bottled waters with me to my room, the water he usually puts in his gym bag when he works out (purchased at Wal Mart cheap instead of the $1.75 price there).
I feel a bit like Kathleen in You've Got Mail in that wonderful scene where she has a cold and Joe Fox stops by with flowers. All I want to do is suffer alone and in silence. However, daisies would be nice (my bridesmaids wore yellow dresses with daisies on them and carried daisies... hey, it was the 1970s!).
Picture: Grandmas Garden, Robert Duncan; allposters.com