Mrs. Potato Head

"Look, Mom. It's you."

I am feeling under the weather today. I have a nasty cold. It has kind of affected my ability to function/think normally.

For example, this morning I went to the grocery store to pick up donuts and cider for our Autumnal Equinox celebration. I also picked up chicken noodle soup, orange juice and Emergen-C. When I went to check out my card was denied. What? How is that possible? I pulled out my card to swipe it again and noticed that it was not my debit card. It was my Sam's Club card. Yup, I guess those don't work as payment at Kroger. So, I swiped the right card and made a comment to the cashier about how I must be hung over from the Nyquil I took last night. I was met by blank looks from the cashier and bagger and the sound of crickets chirping. "Okay" I said "Thanks. I'm just going to go home and eat my chicken noodle soup and drink my orange juice."
Sheesh people, lighten up.

When I got home I got out the Dayquil to take some. I couldn't get the little foil packet open so I set it down and was going to get some scissors but somehow I got distracted. An hour and a half later I was wondering why I still felt so awful. I picked up a tissue to blow my nose for the 100th time and noticed the medicine that I never took earlier.

A little bit later I was propped with a bunch of pillows in my bed wasting time on the interwebs when Daniel brought in Mr. Potato head to show me. "Look Mom. It's you." Sadly, Mr. Potato head makes a pretty good likeness with his red nose, bushy eyebrows in need of plucking, squinty, puffy eyes and lumpy potato shaped body.
Thank you, son, for keeping me humble.

Oh, and I should mention that the donuts we ate were delicious even though having a cold dulls my sense of taste.

Happy fall!

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