Gotta Have That Funk, Now

I knew my luck would run out, and, alas, it has. I'm officially sick, and, as always, it's happening during a week when I have lots o' things to do...and sadly they're really fun things. Like "getting together with grown-up women and talking about things not related to children" fun things.

For the record (let's make this official), this has been the sickliest winter I have ever witnessed. Sickly in the sense that I feel like Ken Burns will inevitably make a 20-part documentary about it. (insert woeful fiddle playing here)

There was a time when being sick was a special treat. You got to wear your pajamas all day without being judged, you ate yummy food that someone else prepared for you, you had people petting your forehead and feeling sorry for you, and, if you really had it made, every beverage brought to you had a straw in it. And if it was one of those crazy curly straws...perfection. May as well stay sick forever, because it couldn't possibly get any better than that.

Now I don't get much sympathy. When, after a couple of days, I make a comment about no one feeling sorry for me for being sick (truly, it's the only circumstance that allows you to say things that selfish without sounding like a total toot), I get the response, "But you're not acting sick." Hmm.

So tonight I think I'm going to have to act sick. I'll still deliver my dessert to the meeting I'm missing, and I'll pray that the Cool Whip won't be harboring any of my germs. But I'm promptly returning home for a date with the most unattractive pajamas I can find (and I'm sure I'll be judged for them, but that's ok), that awesome sippy cup I got from the hospital (those are the best, and totally worth the $250 I'm sure hospital charged us for it), and some serious rest.

With all of that said, what ailments are you all battling? Let's feel sorry for ourselves together.