I know I haven't posted in a long, long while. You see, I was the happy recipient of many new kitchen gadgets, a new camera, and an MP3 player for Christmas and I have been spending some time getting to know them. I've also been reading. A. Lot. Just ask Brendan, who has been wandering around asking "Have you seen my wife? She's got brown hair, she's kind of short. The last time I saw her she was wearing sweatpants and had a new book in her hands." I sort of have this bad habit of disappearing while reading a book. I cease to exist, and only the words in type matter for a few days.
And I'm sick. I have sneezed so much today that my right eye is swollen half-shut and my mascara is running south. I look like some sort of dopey pirate. Please don't pop by today. If I move I sneeze. If I sit still I sneeze. If I lay down the sneezy feeling tickles so much that I laugh, which makes me sneeze. I'm a wreck.
Harry is down for a nap now, and I am going to try to make my way to the medicine cabinet between sneezes to see what kinds of drugs we might have on hand.
Happy, Happy Birthday to Cyndie! I'll call you once the sneezes subside...
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