Makes a GREAT t-shirt!
I designed this shirt online today....here's why...
(My Christmas gift to you all...
The gift of laughter, even at my own expense.)
My wonderful kids brought home some lovely germs last week from school and in their generosity and selflessness, decided to share their bounty with me.
As much as I love when they share with me, this could have been overlooked and I would have been perfectly fine without it!
Nevertheless, these crappy germs have found solace in my body and I'm not quite sure when they plan to depart.
Seems this gift has soooo many wonderful side effects to it and cannot be experienced all at once, oh no....!
Apparently, it's like an advent germ,
something new each and every day.
I'm stubborn and I try NOT to take medication, but this gift, that keeps on giving was really starting to get the best of me so I caved and decided to liquor myself up on NyQuil.
I haven't had a good nights sleep in several days and was beyond thrilled at the idea of 6 possibly 8 hours of solid uninterrupted sleep.
The coughing fits at night were just about to take their toll.
So here I am, flannel pink penguin pajamas, fuzzy aloe purple socks, long cotton t-shirt, chest bathed in Vick's menthol cream, cough drop in mouth, all cuddled in to bed.
I set the sleep timer for 30 minutes on the TV, flip through some channels. Find the travel channel and cozy into my pillow for a deep amazing sleep.
The coughing starts...
Getting annoyed, I grab the remote to our bed, yes, we spoiled ourselves with one of those massaging, elevating head and feet thingies; which I might add, DO come in handy when you're coughing and need to prop up a bit.
No biggie, grab the remote, press the + button on the head, "mmmmmmmmm" elevation up, perfect! So, sooooo comfy. Coughing ceases and the waves of over medicating start taking affect. Sedation is kicking in, in....5,4,.....
Some time in the night, I vaguely remember hearing a familiar noise. I'm not registering it as the phone, or the alarm clock or the sound of my kids, so....I disregard.
Sweet, wonderful sleep....you are so good to me.
Yet, that droning noise is still ever present and does not seem to be subsiding. At this very moment I become vaguely aware of my mild discomfort.
I try with all my might to pry one eyeball open and that is when I realize,
OMG!!! I'm MOVING!!!
Damn NyQuil anyhow...
I'd fallen asleep with the bed remote and forgot to put it back on the nightstand!
At this point my forehead is rapidly preparing to introduce itself to my kneecaps and panic sets in as I "try" to roll over and hop out. NOPE...not happening...
Stupid ergonomic technology with the foam cushion that "hugs" you while you sleep...
Hug? My pink fuzzy penguin flannel butt, hug!
My bed is trying to kill me.
Just then my hand makes contact with a remote control and I think I've found my salvation; which is a terrific thing, because my ankles are now in a place that they haven't been in in 20 years, when I realize it's only the TV controller and I fling it across the bed and hear this...
ARE YOU KIDDING ME????
I've just thrown the TV remote directly at the bed remote causing the bed remote to fly off the bed and has just hit the floor!
This couldn't get more fantastic.
At this point, I realize that the situation has turned to kill or be killed. I can either fight or kiss my butt goodbye; literally, because at that moment I had a pretty good view of it!
When suddenly, the aggravating hum of the plush iron maiden torture device stopped!
OH THANK YOU, LORD!!!
I managed a few Matrix moves and something I'd seen at the circus where the people swing acrobatically in the air on thin strips of material and wa-la!
I'm here to tell the story....
Moral of the story....
(I'll leave that to you to decide!)
I even thought I should write to Sesame Street and pitch this idea for their show...
"Today's Letter ,U, is brought to you by Tempur-Pedic!"
Merry, Merry Christmas EVERYONE and a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
Hugs and Happy Stamping!
One Quick card to share that I made for my In-laws Anniversary...
Have a great one!!