So, you know when you are sick and the people around you are being fairly patient with your whiny little voice and the demands you make, be they ever so ridiculous?
Well now I have to repay the favors.
They are dropping like flies around here.
It just turned ten o’clock and two of the adults who would normally be watching the channel six news and making snide comments about that one reporter who is functionally illiterate are zonked out. They’ve been that way for over an hour. Two new zombies of ill.
The other adult is graciously painting the ceilings at the other house while I finished up the prep work for our four course meal tomorrow night. It’s the 2008 World Missions Festival at church and we are hosting a dinner party in honor of the weekend.
The Menu, be it ever so fancy (if fancy means, simple. And, of course, it doesn’t):
Tortilla Roll Ups with Salsa
Tostada Salad
Enchiladas with Spanish Rice
Coffee Fudge Sundaes
See? Not so fancy. But delicious it should be. Also scheduled for the evening: Quarantine. For the zombies. They aren’t very presentable and tend to make people want to refrain from touching your furniture or eating anything other than hand sanitizer.
Time’s fun when you’re having flies.