Yesterday I woke up stuffy and now I feel like I got hit by a truck. I tried to go to work, but only made it to 11:00 and had to drag myself home.
Before I could lay in bed and moan, I had to make the dreaded stop at the store. I really hate going to the store when I'm sick. It's hard enough pushing a cart around in my weakened state, but having to decide between multiple types of medicine us hard enough when my brain is fully functioning. Clog up some of my brain's pistons with congestion and I'm screwed. Then, once I finally get to the checkout counter, the cashier will look at me all chipper and go "How are YOU doing today!!!!!"
How am I?! I have nothing but soup and Nyquil in my cart and you wanna know how I am?!!
Being sick sucks.
On another note, I really love baseball. I miss the fun times I had playing softball. That ping the ball would make when I got a hit. The sensation of sliding into home plate. But the best thing about baseball is you can eat while you're playing it!
Can you wolf down a cheesburger between downs in football? No way! Spit sunflower seeds while making you free throws? Definitely not. But in baseball eating is not only accepted, it's tradition.
Therefore, I love baseball. Fun+food= perfection. Now that's math I can do.
Blogs need a "like" button like facebook so you can know I read it and laughed without me typing a comment one-handed as I currently am doing. These days my only computer time is when I have a child attached to me receiving nourishment. But I have greatly missed your witty humor and hope you'll keep this up. We need a long phone call one of these days too.
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