You’re welcome.
On the heels of the cold-turned-sinus-infection—right after I finished my antibiotics, actually—I caught ANOTHER COLD. Because I apparently have no immune system to speak of, at all. Today was one of those days where I had to stop and wipe or blow my nose roughly every 3.7 seconds, so as I’m sure you might imagine, it was a really productive day.
(Please kill me now.)
The best was trying to frost and decorate Monkey’s birthday cake, tonight. Two seconds of spreading frosting at a time between nose-wiping and hand-washing means you can easily finish a 9″ x 12″ sheet cake in about three hours!
(I was serious. Kill me.)
Monkey’s orders for the cake were quite specific, and everything that could go wrong did go wrong, but I think the finished product will pass muster because it meets several basic criteria, such as:
1) It is cake
and
2) It is slathered with frosting
and finally
3) His name is written on it in big letters.
Don’t worry, I have plans to wax sappy about my BABY turning seven tomorrow, but tonight I have hand cramps from writing with frosting (preferable to being thrown into a pit of hungry lions, but still lower on my list of things I’d choose than a bikini wax) and a sore, drippy nose. And snot and nostalgia—though appearing to go together, what with “nostalgia” and “nostrils”—really oughtn’t be paired.
Somewhat tempering my mixed maternal feelings on the eve prior to my youngest’s birthday is the reality that today I had a visit from an old friend. Well, not a FRIEND, exactly. Do you remember Chip of the small hammer? Well, he came back today to replace the shut-off valves that gave up the ghost when Otto was changing the last faucet. Alas, today’s festivities did not require usage of a hammer, small or otherwise, although I might’ve clocked him on the head with one when he handed me the bill, if I’d had one nearby.
The funny part was that I asked him if he remembered his previous visit, noting that I had only a week or two ago finally painted over the water stain on the ceiling from that incident. When I asked him, I said “it was a few months back.” When I looked up the post tonight, I realized it was a year and a half ago. That surprised me almost as much as the bill. (He did remember being here, though neither of us mentioned the hammer.)
I think I had some point to make, there, but I have no idea what it was. Plumbing fixed. Cake baked. Nose maddeningly runny. That’s all I’ve got. And now me and my box of kleenex are going to bed.
One word for you, Mir m’girl…. Benadryl. It works wonders.
The small hammer incident was a year and a half ago????
I hope for your sake that it’s the same sort of cold that I had a few weeks ago, I started with the non-stop wiping but then it only lasted 4 days. Hooray! I didn’t have to frost a cake for anyone though.
Dripping on the keyboard is definitely preferable to dripping on the cake.
Puffs tissues with lotion – when you don’t have a cold, they seem slimy, but when you’re sick, they’re the only way to save your nose.
While it’s not a fashion statement I’d want to make, I have found that Puffs are also the tissue of choise to stuff up my nose when my stuffy nose is running.
Get well Mir.
Oh, I quite enjoyed reading about Chip and his hammers again. That was great – and I can’t believe it was that long ago either!
I see your dripping nose & raise you a vomitting kid singing doodlebop songs at 3am. Kill me now please!
This is going to sound dorky, but I am happy to know that you “make” birthday cakes for your kids too…I know it sounds weird, but I looooooovvvvvvveeeeee making cakes for the boys. I’m no Mrs. Wilton Supreme, nor are they confectionery feats, but I get extreme satisfaction making their birthday cakes. I feel the same way when i cook…I also yearn to make clothes now and then…perhaps I was a pioneer woman in a past life ;)
Feel better…go put on your fuzzy socks and curl up in a blanket. At least if all else fails you could take the socks off when your feet get too hot and wipe your nose with something soft.
I’m making birthday cupcakes today. My baby is going to be three, and my oldest is going to be 9! (Their birthdays are one day less than exactly 6 years apart.) Where did the time go????
Happy Birthday, Monkey!
Feel better soon and save me a slice of cake!
Ugh… I hope you feel better soon. And happy birthday to Monkey!
Happy Birthday Monkey!! Feel better Mir! I’m back on my diet so all this talk of cake is killing me…at least I’m not sick. Yet. Off to choke down more Airborne…
I chuckled to myself when, towards the end of the post, you mentioned maybe having Chip work on the faucet that Otto ended up replacing just last month. I laughed more when I realized the Chip post was from ’05, not last July.
so, you’d choose a bikini wax over decorating a cake. (even a brazilian?)
I learn something new about you every day.
P.S. too bad Chip couldn’t fix the drip in your nose.
I blew my nose three times before I even got to the MORE part of this post. Stupid cold.
Happy Birthday, Monkey!
Ah the cold… it makes one wonder how such a small orifice could contain so MUCH STUFF and also I learned, that Vodka or NyQuil?, same thing. Vodka is usually much more accessible in my world.
It IS hard to get anything done with that nose-blowing thing going on. And then you have to wash your hands all the time and you don’t want everyone using the same hand towel so you have this overflowing wastebasket of paper towels to be emptied like every 10 minutes. But lucky Monkey that his Mom makes a homemade cake even when she feels so sick. My daughter’s birthday was Dec. 25. She hates it. Happy happy birthday to Monkey.
Here’s to better health for you and a great birthday for Monkey! You know which drinks and meds are best. Now go get some.