Well, they did it.
They infected me.
Elle Pea, Maggie,
Caroline, and Abbie
Caroline, and Abbie
had the bug and gave it to me.
I reckon it is true because I am up in the night.
I feel crummy.
I need a rag.
I think I may have a grape stuck in my craw.
That's unlikely since I have had
nary a single grape
I wonder why...
fruit is my new dessert-y love.
I like a nice bunch of grapes.
I love them frozen.
Oh, and frozen sliced bananas are fantastic...
I partake frozen blueberries
They are my dessert of choice.
Another plus, when I am finished I look
like I should be on a slab with a toe tag.
My lips are blue and my teeth look
like I am a meth head.
I have to brush immediately.
Which makes me wonder does wine do that?
Or just blueberry wine?
I am not a fan of wine.
But, I was talking about my tonsils.
The left one is throwing a party.
She is swollen and all gussied up with blush.
Tonsils are one of those organs you don't need.
What is their purpose?
I am far too tired and sickly to google it.
Would you be a dear?
And while you are up...
grab me some frozen grapes.
In case you were wondering,
there is a purpose for this post
I want to invite you to an event.
If you are local-ish
Ethel Edith - Junk, Funk, & Furniture is having a
CLEAN OUT THE SHED SALE!!
This Saturday 8-12 at 114 West North 8th Street.
A portion of all the items sold will be donated to Ollie's team for the Down Syndrome Association of Greater St. Louis
in Ollie's name.
We will also be having a HUGE donation type garage sale going on Friday 4-6:30 and Saturday 8-12 at the same time.
It is going to be a great time.
We have tons of super stuff.
I have cleaned my closet
and piled up my purses.
Word on the street is my cousin, Tom
may be in the vicinity.
Tom recently called me
one of his " better looking cousins"
which has earned him top standing in the cousin rank.
The other 55-56, I can't be sure
and can't care to count right now,
had better step up their games.
Tom and his family
are coming to our neck of the woods
to see his folks.
He may be persuaded to stop in.
He may give autographs.
He may bring me a rag.
He may "Vicks" my neck.
Or most likely, he will be busy.
But I will be there with my other peeps.
I'll be the disheveled one with the rag,
reeking of Vicks mentholatum,
and Purel-ing up.
See ya there.