Just call me a Slug!

Hey Yall! It has been a long time, huh? Yes, I have been repeatedly reminded, and reminded, and reminded..... But I am back, so just lets start anew. Okay? That means you daddy, and mom, and Tommy, and Elaine, and Virginia, and Julianne and anyone else that I have left out. I know there is somebody I am missing.

Yesterday, I started with a cold. I couldn't quite figure out what was happening because I have so many things that start the same way. At first I thought I was getting a bad, bad headache. Then I thought maybe it was sinus problems. And it may be just sinus. I had so much sinus pressure last night that I pulled out the Neti-pot. Yes, it looks like it would be something that the government just outlawed as torture, but man does it work. You fill the Neti-pot up with a solution of warm water and a packet of basically salt that comes with the Neti-pot when you buy it. You put the spout of the pot in one nostril while tilting your head sideways. The water runs in one nostril and out the other. It cleans out what ever....um....."mucus".....is setting up house in there and washes it out. After you wash out through one nostril, you turn your head the other way and reverse direction. Repeat until you use all your water mixture. It really helped my head and I could breathe again. And as always, you can thank me later. You're welcome.

Dick went out of town today for a few days. I have dreamed about this for a long, long time. Not that I want Dick to go away. No. Because I can be by myself for a few days and do exactly what I want to do or not do. For days. And how perfect a day it is to start out. I have a cold, but don't feel horrible. Just not real good. It is gray and gloomy looking outside. I have food and drink here at the house and I won't need to starve (or diet!) today. I still have on my sexy flannel pj's. I am feeling a nap coming on and I don't have to worry about cooking dinner or taking a bath and putting on make up. Yep, I am a slug.

I had hoped this would an interesting, entertaining post since it has been a while since I have talked to you. But I have been distracted. My red couch has been calling my name..........Frannycakes, oh Frannycakes, over there in your sexy flannel pj's......you are feeling sleepy, very sleepy........I mean, how can I be interesting and funny when someone is talking sweet like that to me. If it had a whoopie pie laying on its cushion, yall wouldn't even be hearing from me today! Sweet talk and sweets? My kind of couch.

Talk to you later....