The old saying goes: “March comes in like a lion, and out like a lamb.”
This March came in like a furry rabbit and left like a Mack truck. It kicked my butt from here to the netherworld and back all month long. It’s been a hundred years since I’ve had a month that has left my body as wrecked as this one has.
Tooth infection, tooth extraction, flu and bronchitis. The “Kick Me In The Ass Quartet.” Don’t invite these guys to your next party, they’ll never leave.
So as I’m felling all “poor me” and trying to muster the effort to ingest anything food-like that a) I can keep down; and b) will help me gain back the weight I lost, my eldest posts something on her husband’s Facebook wall that just made me smile.
Yep, she knows just how to go for the jugular. Cute little furbabies are my Kryptonite. How can I possibly stay in a fowl mood when I’ve got this staring back at me? Way to go kid!
Oh, the “In like a lion, out like a lamb” reference was supposed to be about the weather? Hmph, I don’t really remember what the weather was like because I was too damn sick to notice.
Maybe April will bring me more kitties and potatoes.