So I leave for Vegas on Friday, and lately, I can think of nothing else. I daydream about sitting poolside, sipping a 100 oz. pina colada. Complete with the slice of pineapple and the requisite umbrella. I am pulling on that one-armed bandit in my sleep.
And then I woke up this morning sneezing my brains out. And now my nose has turned into a neverending faucet of snot.
Yes, I'm getting sick.
Seriously, WTF? We just got done with the plague a mere month ago. And surely, the gals will come down with it again the night before I am to leave. Which will cause waves of mother-guilt, because how can I possibly leave them when they are sick and want their mommy?
The thing is, Elvis wants me, too. He's calling for me, and we only get to see each other twice a year.
The girls will understand, right?
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I swear by my neti pot, which I have dubbed the snot pot. The girls may feel differently, but dose them up with ColdFX or, if not available, echinacea.
Have a great trip.
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