So peaceful

29 months old

Overheard

From the backseat while in a drive-thru line

Jack: (reading the bumper sticker on the car in front of us) "My son is in the US Army."

Holly Grace: "Who's your son?!?"

Someone, please just shoot me.

Really, that is what I thought while I was sitting on the couch yesterday unable to will myself to stand up, walk to the kitchen and get myself some ibuprofen. I have Strep. Again. I had it last fall and didn't even know it for several days. This time, again, no fever, no vomiting, just a wicked sore throat that hurts when I swallow. Then yesterday morning I woke up with a plum bulging out of the right side of my neck. Oh, wait, no ... that was just my swollen glands! My joints ached, my skin hurt, my head ached. So I called my doctor ... he said "strep" is my middle name after the test came back positively positive. Great. I forgot to ask for a shot of penicillin, so now I'm taking the long way around to "wellville".

Ibuprofen is a miracle drug. If I forget to take it every six hours, I start feeling rotten again.

That's all I can type. I have to go lay on the couch some more. It beckons me.