…when daddy goes 3,000 miles away, that’s when the sickies strike. This has happened so many damn times I should start drinking Airborne a week before he goes anywhere just as a matter of course. Right now the girls just have a runny nose. And a little sneezing. I suppose I can hope that’s all that will happen, but I doubt it. I haven’t been to the gym in about two weeks and I’m still a little weak from the bladder infection crap, so I’m hardly in prime condition for dealing with this…sigh.

Would you believe this week I told myself I would, errr, consider becoming a tea convert–ha ha! I am powerless over my addiction. Coffee was a no-no for two weeks while I had the UI, and it wasn’t so bad, I thought: my face cleared up, nervouseness went down a bit, generally no problems falling asleep. Unfortunately, I have almost no energy and with the husband unavailable to help, this simply will not do. Pretty much the minute Bruce stepped on that plane I was back to to swilling the junk like a crack addict digging that last pipe out of the trash.

But there is good news! Yes! Yes indeed! This weekend I got a call from the New Times saying I won their photography contest. I don’t know which one pleased them, but I guess I’ll find out next week. I bought some new shoes for the awards ceremony tomorrow:

I got the ones on the left. (Bruce said the pink ones made him vomit–he has issues with pink–and hey, black goes with everything). They’re hardly Fluevogs, but I like them. Whether or not I’ll actually get to wear them or stay at home with slippers and barf pans is the question.

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