Vacation=Good, Sniffles=Bad.

This cold is just moving in and taking over! There is some relief courtesy of the many wonderful drugs brought to us by the good people at Lab Coats R Us, but these will, inevitably, wear off. then you're just left with snuffly, dripping ickiness. Blah!!!

I cut short my Parenting Education session tonight and made a quick trip to the grocery store to stock up on comfort foods. I thought I was doing well until I got out to the parking lot and spent a solid minute cursing out my key-fob-door-opener-thingie as it simply refused to make the door of my Jeep Cherokee unlock. Here's the thing: I don't drive a Jeep. I drive a Ford Escape. Just because a car is blue does not necessarily make it mine. It was then I realized that I was, perhaps, well and truly ill.

Sadly, this means that I have had to cancel my planned day with the CamMad clan. Our egg decorating day was being transformed into a day at the ballpark and I just knew that I wasn't going to make it through nine innings. (Did I say that right? Are there nine innings in a baseball game? Is it baseball season? Why am I such a freaking girl???) I'm hoping to make up for my absence later in the week by delivering my Easter gifts. I found these great little thingies that make incessant quacking noises and there is nothing I like better than giving the gift of noisemakers then leaving. It's in the Auntie Handbook.

Sick or not, this Sheep had better suck it up for the planned Easter celebration with the 'rents on Sunday. Mom and Dad arrived safely back in Maine from their winter hiding place in Florida and are eagerly awaiting a visit from their wayward offspring. There will be ham. I'm on it.

And in better news, even with my swollen and watering eyes, I see the beauty in this:

Mama E's famous C*EYE*BER FIBER!!!

I recently won a skein in her comment contest and selected the Scout colorway. This picture doesn't begin to do the color justice. I'm almost afraid to knit anything with it for fear of sullying it's pristine beauty. I'll get over it and eventually cast on. First, I'd just like to admire it from afar, write bad poetry about it and force it to take out a restraining order on me to stop the phone calls and creepy emails. I really like this yarn.

And I'm really starting to feel the NyQuil kicking in. Perhaps it's time to sign off for the evening.

SA