Death By Chicken Pot Pie

If a food's gonna kill me, I'd rather it be chocolate. Preferably a river of it. But Swanson's Chicken Pot Pie? The ramen noodle of chicken pot pies? Ugh.

The small chain grocery down the street is convenient. That's about it. I ran in to grab something for dinner last night and ended up getting the aforementioned pot pie at the fantastic special of 3 for $2. Headed home and threw one in the oven.

It wasn't that appetizing, but after a week spent eating nothing but potato soup and drinking cough medicine, I was ready for a change.

Well, to keep a story from getting disgusting, I'll just say it wasn't the change I needed. And I wasn't the only one--Turtle had finished off what was on the plate and he was tossing his cookies too. We went to bed early and just hoped to survive. Sam's still sneezing (which sounds like a cross between an explosion and a hiss), although not as much, and needed to cuddle. We crashed out on the bed while Tommy--no doubt disgusted by the three of us--decided to sleep elsewhere.
So now I'm back to feeling craptastical. At least it's Friday and I can sleep all weekend.

Gesundheit

There were little kitty sneezes emanating from beneath the bed this morning. I think Sammy's caught my cold. Poor little devil. He wouldn't come out so I could cuddle him, but hopefully he will stay there and rest all day. These pets of mine always pick the worst times to get sick--in between paydays. Of course, there's really no way to treat a cold, other than rest and fluids. Guess I should see if he wants some chicken soup, huh?

I'm starting to feel better, at least until I get out of bed and start moving around. That's when the coughing and dizziness starts back up. I skipped bowling last night just to stay in bed and get some rest. It worked out pretty well until my phone rang at midnight and scared the bejesus out of me. For the third time some girl was looking for Ryan. Sorry, sister, this still isn't his number!

(And don't you hate it when the wrong-number dialer starts to argue with you? Good grief! You called the wrong person! I was nice about it, so hang up the phone and leave me alone already! I'm not Ryan's grandma, nor do I know him. Plus, I've had this phone number for 10 years.)

Anyway, it took me a while to get back to sleep after that and I woke up twice more with coughing fits. I would gladly have stayed home today, but once again I'm forced to go to work thanks to obligations like conference calls and preparing for audit. Bleh.