I'm sick...again.

I feel like I did in January. It hit me hard and fast. I feel like I am struggling to breathe through a wet sponge. All this and I have my first Lap-Band consultation tomorrow. Yay. Not the first impression I wanted to make on a new doctor.

A conversation snippet between Feisty and I.

Me: Breathing is overrated. Who the hell needs lungs, anyway.

Feisty: Yeah, cause turning blue and dropping to the floor to make carpet angels is just so much more fun!


Meanwhile today, I overheard my daughter reading herself a book. It went as follows: "Once upon a time there was Spongebob that was sad cuz he had the suds. (For those who don't follow, it is like the flu for sponges.) She has a doc'or named Packick that makes her better and gives her sprinkly cookies. The end." (We are still trying to teach her the difference between her and him.)

My daughter also managed to bobnap my new pink toy not once, but three times from three separate hiding places. She had it on full vibrate while walking around the house and blessing everything with a "bippity, pippity, boo" with her new "shiny, maggick wond!"

She also decided to use it to stir her "potion" of orange anti-bacterial soap and water in FCB's water glass in his bathroom. Bonus is, while I haven't had the chance to use the toy yet, at least someone is running it through a battery of tests. Plus I can giggle uncontrollably while watching FCB drink out of the cup, while he asks repeatedly what is so funny. Ah...good times.