OK Sick. You are I are going to battle. The gloves are coming off! You have interrupted my life this week and it is unforgiveable. Just when I think I conquered you, you pulled a fast one on me. I appreciate your fighting spirit but may I remind you that I am a wildcat and will not hesitate to claw you crazy! GRRRRR not PURRRRR.
If you mess up my training then you better pack up and leave town because you will go down. I worked way too hard (well, not that hard but still!) to have you ruin it all for me. This may work against you because being mad makes me better at physical challenges. Didn't know that did you?!
And you're lucky I have the coolest Supervisors ever! They have a philosophy (that I need to get used to) that if I'm sick then I need to stay home and get better in lieu of toughing you out. What ticks me off the most about you is that I have stuff to do at work, I don't have time for your nonsense. Today was an important day at work - why couldn't you just leave it alone? Why must you always have the last word? Well check this out buddy - I got a new prescription today and you are SO going down. I'll be patient and watch you suffer while I conquer you.
And we've already been over this in the past - remember when you made me miss my presentation in 9th grade? Then my teacher made me do my portion after school a few days later in front of the boys cross country team. You thought you were pretty funny didn't you. Remember in college when you hit me so hard that I had to cut off my matted hair and get a long lecture from the Doctor for waiting too long to turn you in? Which wasn't my fault - you wouldn't let me walk, sleep, drive or speak in coherent sentences even. And I still haven't decided if you played a part in my broken tooth or not, but if I found out you did...just watch yourself.
Sure, I'm good at ignoring you. Really good actually. I will push you aside and do what *I* need to do and refuse to let you get to me. I will get my run on, my work done, enjoy my beer and snow shoeing. But you have been completely unfair this week. You hit me with a new punch that I was completely unfamiliar with and it hurt. And when I thought you had hit the mat for good you returned with a sucker punch. Do you see my nostrils flaring?
Well, this is my farewell. By this time tomorrow you better have left town. My Mother's side gave me the side of crazy and it's been dormant for a while but don't think I won't wake it up to dominant you! There, you have been warned....
But since I don't want to end on a mad and bitter note (even though I'm mad and bitter about being sick right now!) I'll leave with a cute picture of Baby Schmuck. Look at the expression on his face! haha I swear I wasn't scaring him. That was such a good night. I held Baby Schmuck on my lap and drank some wine while talking with the Schmucks in the kitchen. He was drooling all over and I think it's because he wanted some of my wine. A craving he most likely got from his Mother Momica. And later? He rolled over. That's right! And next? Cartwheels.
PS - Sick can kiss my natural white butt!
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