What Makes Me Laugh

I’m sitting on my couch, feeling like flu warmed over, and wondering when I’ll emerge from the fog. We returned from New England a week ago today and I still have the motivation of a deadbeat on pot. I barely got through my sleep-deprived week at home and work when a stomach bug hit me and now I have spent an entire day home from work on my couch, watching very lame girly movies on HBO. Doug is whipping up the best-smelling pizza known to man and unfortunately my nose and my stomach are not talking to each other right now. I know, I know, I whine, and there is cheese to be had to go with it.

Fortunately, I live with a very sympathetic male who does the laundry and cooks for me and buys me ginger ale and saltines. I really have no complaints. Tomorrow I’m going to get my swine flu vaccination since I had a little scare that this stomach bug was it, and had a good bout of hypochondria while watching a long 60 Minutes of swine flu scariness. Meanwhile, my sister gave me a Vanity Fair subscription and I have laughed at least once while reading it on the couch. Now, to stop the whining.

Got a flu shot today (the regular kind) so had to post this photo my sister e-mailed me. It’s Swine Flu paranoia gone too far. And I had to laugh.