Just My Luck

Exactly one week from today, I will have 10 people in the house for Thanksgiving dinner.

I've been scrubbing the kitchen like a madwoman, even taking my life in my hands to clean the top of the refrigerator. Gross, let me tell you. I even risked the integrity of my knees to scrub the kitchen floor. By hand. With a scrubber brush. Well, the house does have the nice odor of Pine-Sol wafting about now.

I still have a buttload of stuff to do, including cleaning the rest of the house, finishing the grocery shopping for fresh veggies for dinner and apples for pies, finishing a nice photo DVD I made of family photos to play in the background for everyone to watch, and getting to the mall so I can buy pie plates (I'm biting the bullet and attempting to make my own pie crusts - a first, which is why I have no pie plates). All this has to be done in addition to getting the gray colored out of my hair this weekend, a small poker night Saturday, a birthday party Sunday, and a vet appointment for Cragar next Wednesday.

And I think I'm getting sick.

Last night I felt a little tired but just chalked it up to trying to get too much done in too little time. Then today, I'm sitting in a meeting at work and my stomach starts making very strange noises. Very strange, LOUD noises. These musical noises were accompanied by a lot of gastrointestinal movement, like there was someone moving furniture in there. I got home from work and took a three hour nap, which is a little unusual for me. Sure, I take a cat nap in the evenings, but never for three whole hours. Presently, I've got that tired, sore-eyed, funny stomach feeling that usually preceeds the flu.

Just what I need. What better way to say "Happy Thanksgiving" than to greet people at the door with a bleary-eyed, feverish welcome - "Hi! Please come in and eat my food - my fever is only 102, but I swear I didn't sneeze in anything!"

I better double my vitamins.