Three Days...
until the #&*!@ Pirate Party^(tm) .
And I'm staying home sick. Not taking one of those fancy-schmancy paid sick days that other people get, but a day off coming out of my own pocket. The irony is...I really don't feel well. Not that it wouldn't be helpful to just take a day off to get my house in order. But, no, here I am weak as a parasite infested kitten and unmotivated to do anything but watch the chaos around me.

I do have a doctor's appointment around two-ish. Which I made a couple of weeks ago, re-scheduled at least once and now must keep. Wish I felt better - then it would be more like a field trip. Too bad I don't have a plethora of celebrity bad habits; then I could wish for a diagnosis of "EXHAUSTION." What average American mom wouldn't want to check in to the hospital with the "EXHAUSTION" a couple times each year? Alas, I think I will be told the throbbing head-ache is from allergies and that I also need some adjustment in my blood pressure meds. Something to bring me within the parameters of "Not sedated like a zombie; not ready to explode."