You know how when you have important activities and events coming up and you think, "Gee, I hope I don't get sick! Wouldn't it be awful to give my parents anniversary speech with a cold sore the size of a beach ball on my upper lip?" And then you wake up with a cold sore the size of a beach ball?
Tomorrow I'm recording a podcast with the lovely Jessica Brody, founder of Free Book Friday and author of the bestselling The Fidelity Files, and yesterday I thought, "Gee, wouldn't it suck to record the interview if I had a cold?"
Well, guess who woke up with swollen glands and a cold today! Stuffy nose and sore throat included, no charge. My best friend is right: if you put negative energy out into the universe, you exponentially increase your odds of attracting the very same crapstorm you were trying to avoid. Also, don't burn sage near the curtains.
So here's the plan: I'm going to wallow in zinc lozenges, crushed raw garlic and herbal teas in an attempt to dodge most of the viral bullet. Doesn't that sound fun? And only two months after the last one...I have the AMC Pacer of immune systems.
Other random thoughts: did anyone else notice that the latest UPS commercial airing on TV uses a song by...The Postal Service?
The automatic soap and towel dispensers in public bathrooms are meant to reduce waste and 'be green.' But do they use so much electricity that they cancel out the 'save a tree' angle?
If I never hear the word "fundamental" again, I can die a happy woman.
Two nights ago J was kind of shaking my head, in a goofy spoof-wrestling attempt to freak the dog out. Want to know the first memory to tumble out afterwards? A scene from National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.
My least favorite words are moist and period. My favorite word is effervescent. My mom's favorite word is bittersweet, and my sister's favorite word is plum. Is it weird that I still remember that? Is it weird that we even have these kinds of conversations? Does your family?