Cough, Cough

I think I feel a cough coming on.

You know what that means, don't you? That's right, it means that my sick day plans are in full swing.

And my family knows allll about it.

The linens are being washed, and they will have extra fabric softener so that they will smell delightfully good.

I am cleaning my room, folding all four loads of laundry, so that the room will be un-cluttered. Dusted. And candled. Lots of candles. (Linen Fresh Scent, of course.)

I bought all the beautiful, yummy girly-food that I desired: hummus and fresh mozzarella, pop-tarts, and fried rice. I'm making brownies tonight to put into my ice cream tomorrow, and then I'll pour Pepsi right over the top of it.

Just. Because.

Plopped those bendy straws right into my cart today, oh yes I did. Along with club soda and cranberry juice.

Stacked high the bedside table with Seinfeld cd's and am charging the laptop as we speak.

Rented movies for the boys since the forecast calls for rain.

Oh, baby. I am ready. Tomorrow's non-sick day sick day - is going to be the best.

Fortunately, my husband quickly latched on to the idea. As he walked out the door today, he yelled back over his shoulder, "Make sure you get all your 'things' today so you can be ready for tomorrow!'

Oh, I'm ready darling. And I've never been so excited to be sick as I am now.

Please, for the love of all things good and true, plan a sick day for yourself. If nothing else, the anticipation is worth it!