Monday Mess

Here is the big, fat, tangled mess of thoughts going through my head this Monday:

• I seriously feel like crap--I've been battling some cold, sinus junk for almost a week. My chest and back are so sore from coughing. On a side note, I was with my Mom on Saturday, celebrating her birthday, and we had lunch at ChickFilA. We were finished eating, but still at the table and I really needed to blow my nose. Well, apparently, I am 6, not 36, because she sent me outside to blow my nose.
  
  
• I'm sad that I don't get to watch The Bachelor tonight. It has been my Monday ritual for so long. I even conned the Rev into watching with me this season. It was like our thing, we'd wait until about 1/2 was DVR'ed and then jump in and watch so we didn't have to watch any commercials, because who wants the most dramatic moments in The Bachelor history to be interrupted by commercials? Did I tell you that The Rev met the eventual winner, Emily, in the elevator at the hospital while visiting church members? He was so smitten...but just so he doesn't look like a sissy, I should mention that he did not cry during the finale. Oh, I did, but he didn't, but he did say that he wanted to give Chantal a hug when she got the heave-ho, he was feeling pretty sorry for her.
  
  
• A big SORRY to any of my neighbors who were not up and about at 6:45 this AM when I accidentally leaned on the panic button on the key chain and set off the Rev's horn, while I was trying to get in my car, my bad...
  
  
• Target let me down this weekend....I saw an ad for these new Chocolate Covered Very Cherry Jelly Belly jelly beans in a magazine and HAD to have them. I just knew that Target would have them on their beautiful candy shelves, but alas, none to be found. Still looking--hit me up if you find them in your neck of the woods 'cause I need them like a fat kid needs cake...



• Finally, a public service announcement for all of you parents of school aged children--if your child has, um, how shall we say it?--loose bowels, it is spelled "diarrhea." I don't care if you pronounce it "direar," that is not how it is spelled. As much as I love laughing at your excuse notes, I feel like I must tell you this so you don't embarrass your kids. That's a freebie for you, that little nugget of knowledge, no charge...you can thank me someday....maybe with some Chocolate Covered Very Cherry Jelly Bellies...