Cooties prefer the weekends

Everyone was hacking up a lung at work all week, but I was healthy Monday through Friday. No legit sick days for me. Heavens no. My cooties attack on the weekends. It might be due to the fella I keep on my computer screen. He's my trusty white blood cell Organ Donor. By the way, his backside is exposed, which gives many who walk on the other side a giggle.WBC

This weekend the Manboy's in Warwick for the Warwick Pentath, a marathon cut into five races: half marathon, 4.6 km cross-country course, 5 km road race, 10 km ascent (to then up a large hill), and a 1.5 km sprint down the middle of town and back. I've been twice, but never to run all five. My favourite is the cross-country course, but no one else likes it. They run through a horse jump circuit (not the kind in a ring) and have to jump hay bales and other obstacles that horses jump. Great fun when you're knackered. 

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Bless their hearts, they got the dates wrong, on their masthead, but those who go, know. It's the weekend. That's all that matters. Manboy is just above the R in "Results"; he's wearing a blue shirt and yellow shorts. What you don't see is that those shorts have chillis on them. 

What he doesn't see (yet) is that I embroidered little things on his undies where his tooter would be. 

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 I'm alone for the weekend with great plans to do SFA (rhymes with "wheat truck haul"), but all I get are throat cooties. Suspiscious on Saturday, but convinced on Sunday. After I post this, I'll be on FaceTime with my mom, flashlight by my side. She's a retired pulmonologist, but if I tell her I'm sick, she demands to see the throat. Seriously. I used to take photos and send them to her. At least FaceTime spares me the "The light was bad. Do it again" emails back and forth.

At least I'm having a love fest:

Peppa over OmoI go from the chair where the cat is to the "womb" behind Omo. That way I get my exercise between naps. Omo is pleased to have me near, but Fabian is needier.

 

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 It's hard to nap when ears need scritchin'. 

Signing off from the fusty love fest:

 

 

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 But I do need rest, so it is time to take advantage of the boys' temporarly absence–sunning on the deck–for another nap. 

 

 

4 thoughts on “Cooties prefer the weekends

  1. Yay! I love checking your blog and seeing new pics of Omo and Fab! I love that pic of Omo snoozin’ away. And Fabian’s my boy, so sweet! I should take tomorrow as a jammie/lazy ass day.

  2. you should take a ‘sickie in lieu’ so that you get your day off that you lost on the weekend…. not that I would ever do a thing like that!

  3. I’m so sorry you’re sick! It sucks even worse when it ruins your weekend! I hope you’re feeling better soon. It’s so good to see the boys home with you! 🙂

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