We went from lovely spring weather
right back to winter crap in what seemed like over night. Our bodies
rebelled. The last two weeks has been spent in a sneezing, coughing,
vapor rub, blowing our noses til they are raw, hell.
Me and my girls played Hay Day. We have
accumulated a great group of neighbors and have placed 2nd
in the derby. We are ranked at expert level.
I know. But when you're laid up sick
and it's all you got...
I'm also almost done with the series on
Netflix, Hart of Dixie. What appeals to me is that it is set in a
small Alabama town where everyone looks out for everyone, brings soup
to the sick and pies to the broken hearted. Where people meet for
coffee or a meal at a venue where everybody knows everybody, and they
throw different festivals all the time just to have a reason for
everyone to get together. And winter doesn't exist.
If only there were no crocodiles and
snakes. Although, the Mayor does have a pet crocodile named Burt
Reynolds that doesn't seem so bad.
I know, totally not reality. But who
needs reality while you're laid up sick?
The men folk, I've noticed, have a
different way of waiting out this horrible plague that has been
brought upon us. They play live gaming where they get to shoot and
blow up bad guys and other things. My son from the 2nd
floor, my ex husband from the 1st floor. Whenever us girls
venture down from the 3rd floor we can hear them hooting
and hollering. Poor Mika has been confused. He hears them through
each others mics and has to check and see if someone else is here,
and there's been a breach in his security.
Oh yeah, we live with my ex husband.
How does that work? We're a family. It works like any other family, I
guess. You will need to just follow my blog to find that out. Not
that I'm trying to solicit you to follow my blog, but I really don't
see any other way.
In the mean time, the weather is
starting to warm up again, though I'm not sure I should trust it. I
think we are also at the end of this cootie bug infestation. I'm
looking forward to warmer, longer days. I may not live in a small
town full of old fashioned southern hospitality. It's more like a
suburb of a small city in Ohio, but it will have to do.
And now, I have two weeks of reality to catch
up on . Man, that stuff really piles up quick.
