Currently This

I'M SICK! I'm SICK and I don't FEEL GOOD and I have a FEVER and I want to WHINE and PISS and YABBER about it, OK????

Other than that, I think I am *almost* done shopping for X-mas. I am still drawing a blank for my dad - maybe a subscription to the paper or some goofy thing like that. Maybe to Mother Jones. I found gloves two pairs for $1.49 at Target. I decided to make ten care packages and give them to the first ten homeless people I see.

My middle girl was going to get her much anticipated tattoo today, but the cigarette smoke in the parlor made her head hurt so much she had to come home and go straight to bed. So this weekend, I will tell the tattoo people not to let anyone smoke in the damn place while my kid is there. I'm so pissed about needing to do that. Not pissed at my daughter, pissed at the pain. Did I tell you she got an A on her geometry test? Even after missing more than a year of school - take that, pain.

I bought my son a pair of corduroy pants. This wouldn't be noteworthy except that my son, being autistic, only wears certain fabrics and trust me, corduroy isn't one of them. But he had to have an outfit that was dressier than sweatpants and a cotton shirt for a school thing, so we picked them out, he tried them on, pronounced them less than vomit-worthy and here we go.

The other day, he was in the waiting room while I was speaking to my middle girl's doctor and when I came out, he had his face in this shirt and he said to me "Hey, Mom - guess what? When my shirt is wet and with this deodorant and the air freshener in this office, this place smells just like Grandpa's house!" I don't think I'll mention that to my dad, though.

The family recipe book is slowly coming into focus. I have yet to pick the pictures of X-mases past for the ornaments I want to make this year. I have cleaning that needs to be done and gifts that need to be wrapped and I am sick so I don't feel like doing a fucking thing.

But

But but but

The new Thomas Harris is out. Out and on my bed table. I'm going to make a bowl of chicken soup, get in my flannel jammies, put on a pair of thick socks, get under my covers, stuff Kleenex up my stuffed nose and read my book.