COLD VIRUS ABOVE! ECH!
Okay, okay, I know that’s a horrible thing to have and no one around here has any, but mama is MIFFED, which is why I chose that title, and do you know why she’s ticked off?
Because all of the family are over at the little six-year-old’s birthday (poor thing to be born so close to Christmas!) eating torta di ricotta and chocolate cake and drinking champagne and mama is at HOME with me as company but I’m asleep (duh…) and so not very good at making conversation or anything right now, and she is home because of her cold and hates being left out of anything.
Mama says that if there were a company working on a cure for colds and she had the name and they were close to being successful, she would buy their stock even if she had to sell ME!
Actually she did not say that–I just got a little worried when she said she would do anything to get stock in a company that’s going to cure one of winter’s most awful afflictions. And who wouldn’t?
Mama wishes she were like most of her friends who can toss off a hot whiskey or buttered rum and feel better, but she says that sure, she would feel great for a little while, and then the next day she would be fighting off an even worse situation. So it goes.
But Marghe, the little birthday anthro, just called to say thank you for her knitted cap that looks like an eggplant (!) and papa is on the way home so things will start brightening up around here in few minutes.
Besides, it’s SUNDAY and guess what that is? PIZZA NIGHT!!!
Just like Garfield, I’m lickin’ my chops for that mozzarella.
Get well, mama, and don’t sell me to buy stock! They’re not even close yet, I’m pretty sure.
Not for sale…yet.
Not for sale ever. We’re sure of that. Your mom loves you.
Hope she feels better SOON!
Thank you. I think I helped by sitting on her head a little. She’s missing an evening of music and a great soprano plus a book signing of a friend so that’s why she’s upset. But I’m here to comfort…