I'm MIA

To the seven people who visited today (11/5/12) and the 14 who visited yesterday,

I have not forgotten you or abandoned the site. The wife is sick. The child is sick. I am sick. I blame it on my nephew. He's one and a half and if you think my daughter is a gremlin you really need to spend some time with him. It's like he took pride in his role as an Outbreak monkey. He walked around my mother's house coughing in everyone's face and blowing his nose into his hand and then slapping people. I gotta hand it to him...biological warfare is new in the hood. He adapted to it so well.

Anyway, I feel like shit but unlike some people I can't call out sick from my job. My employer shows up at the side of the bed every morning at 6:45 making demands.
"Banana? Banana?"
"I'm sleep. Go back in your bed!"
"Banana? Okay, let's get banana."
"No!"
"Potty, potty?"
(Dammit.) "Okay, let's go to the bathroom."
*And as soon as we get in the bathroom and the last drop has landed in the toilet*
"Okay, let's get banana!"

So here I am, functioning on whatever bit of energy that one serving of Cheerios gave me this morning. Not only do I not feel like going to the grocery store, but I have to dress and take the mogwai with me because her owner is in a Nyquil coma.

And since I'm ranting...

I'll be so glad when this election is over. Part of my headache stems from everyone becoming a political activist all of a sudden on Facebook. Name five people on the DC council! If you don't live in DC then name your state senators. If you can do that then you have my respect, otherwise you're just annoying.

There are three branches of government. Two of them are electable. If Romney wins, slavery will not be reinstated. If Obama wins, your beauty school dropout ass will still be unemployed. Leave me alone.

That was mean. I'm sorry. I get cranky when I'm sick...and I have a two year old who is hell bent on skydiving off the top of the couch. It's like, you work so hard to keep someone alive when they obviously have a different vision of their future. Anyway, I'm just tangenting because I haven't blogged in a while.

If I can dope up on enough cold medicine then you can look forward to tomorrow's blog entitled "Am I An Uncle Tom?" Inquiring minds would like to know.