So....I've been really busy at work lately, which explains my lack of time in blogland. But...the last three days, I've also been battling the mother of all colds.
No, battling is the wrong word. I gave up, threw in the towel, succumbed to the cold yesterday and stayed home.
Here is an example of why it was a good thing I was home, and not driving...or at work making important decisions.
Let me set the scene for you.....
It's a similar scene in any of your houses, I'm sure, when you're home ill.
I'm on the couch. Flannel pants, Mavs tshirt, hair resembling a birds nest, couch pillows nested around me, curled up in a blanket, black lab sprawled across my lap. Bottles of advil and nyquil on the coffee table next to a roll of toilet paper (out of kleenex), a bag to throw them in when used....the three tv remotes, jug o water....and both my cell phone and the house phone. Weeds Season 3 discs at the ready.
Absolutely no need to get up, unless I need to wander to the bathroom and back.
Mot is at work. His cell phone is on the charger on the table next to me. (He forgot to take it.)
It's been a busy day for Mot...promotional testing and all. So the phone is buzzing, and beeping and vibrating like crazy. Everyone wants to know how he did.
I'm ignoring it...it's not my phone.
I finally slip off to sleep, with the DIY network on the tv in the background.
His phone buzzes...I wake up. (sigh)
I grab my phone, and start texting....
"Watching DIY TV. Does Chris have a wood planer we can borrow?"
"And by the way, your phone is going bats today. Texts and emails both."
"See, there it goes again."
"And I just realized I'm talking to you, via my phone, sending texts to your phone to tell you that your phone is driving me nuts."
"And it's right behind me...so you're not getting these messages."
I blame the drugs. :-)