I was excited for today.
Super bowl Day!
You know I love a good reason to celebrate!
But then last night all my plans and preparations sort of became meaningless.
I ate a veggie burger and a raptor crawled into my stomach, and began rearranging my insides.
It was shoving stuff up through my throat, cutting the stomach to pieces, and pounding on my head. And it did something with my body temperature. I have been under three blankets, and sweatshirts, and heavy socks and robe and even for a little bit my coat. Freezing.
I don't like raptors.
And so the goat cheese pizza remains unmade. The nachos and bean dip are still on the shelf, and the ibc rootbeer... well, that actually disappeared long before today. Since we rarely buy soda, when it does come into our house, its visit is fleeting.
The table football game is sadly waiting and the wii games are still sitting on the shelf. See, we don't really care about the actual super bowl. We just wanted an excuse to celebrate. Yet I had to cancel with our friends, and curl up to either meet my impending death, or die of boredom. I hate being sick.
I got a sub for nursery and have spent the day watching re-runs of the Cosby Show, and trying to keep the kids off of me. I don't want them to get sick.
Though I wonder if it is just food poisoning. Which means I should be better tomorrow. Which is good because it means the kids wont catch it. And things will actually get done.
So, until next year, Superbowl.
But now that that is out of the way, I can now focus on the next big celebration day. And no, I am not talking about Lover's Day (though that is a fun day to celebrate too. Just hard when the Hubs is not a romantic). No, the next big celebratory occasion is national pancake day!