So, we're all sick. And have been since Saturday.
It's rough.
We have been watching waaay too much TV. Netflix, couch and rocking chair are our best friends this week.
Here are some signs you've been watching too much TV.
1. You've been watching too much Sons of Anarchy when you start thinking the man behind you in the cookie aisle is going to pull a gun and force you into a van, hold you for hostage and quite possibly try to kill your old man husband.
2. You've been watching too much X Files when...what was that?!? What's that light? What?
3. You've been watching too much Mad Men when you question why you don't have a Scotch and cigarette in hand ...and it's ten a.m.
4. You've been watching too much Top Gear U.K. when you run into town for baby Tylenol and Scotch Advil and all of a sudden you are going 137 km per hour. And you feel like gripping the wheel and spinning it. On the highway. That's not good.
Here's hoping I can start living my own life again real soon.
I
absolutely believe in karma - what goes around comes around...or however you prefer to phrase it.
Here are the two most recent incidents -
1. The grocery store I go to has those carts that are all chained together - you know, the kind you have to insert a quarter to free it? And then you get your quarter back when you are done? Which makes you maddeningly have to carry a quarter with you every time? Yeah, those.
I was on my way out of the store and packing my groceries into my trunk when a truck pulled in beside me. The man popped out and said "I'll take that cart for you", I said sure and pushed it over. He tried to give me a quarter, but really, it's just a quarter, and so I just gave it to him. I was surprised at how surprised he seemed over this.
Fast forward to two weeks later, and my husband dropped me off at the store and drove off with the baby to run other errands. As I reached into my pocket I realized...no quarter. Stupid, stupid grocery store and your stupid, stupid carts! I walked into the store and low and behold - a cart, free of its shackles sat there, just waiting for me. That never happens!
Karma.
2. My husband was sick. Made my baby sick. Then my husband got sick again. Saturday night I made a crack about how I am apparently the only one in the household with a functioning immune system. I felt superior. Smug. Strong.
And now I feel....like shit.
That's right. Karma.
