--- Fortunately for me, I

--- Fortunately for me, I didn't get the whole of the husband's
illness. I was feeling fine by yesterday. He's still having snot
problems. Thank God I'm not. I just don't have the time to be ill right
now. I'll be blogging today thru Thursday and then I'm taking Friday
off as I'm heading to the homeland for the Cake Eater Parent's 50th
wedding anniversary par-tay. The party is actually on Saturday night,
but there are so many people to see, so much liquor to drink and one
two-day weekend is not enough time to squish all of that activity into.
So, to give my liver extra recovery time, I'm heading out on Friday,
and that way I'll be able to better space out the drinking and the
resultant hangovers. Oh, the sacrifices I must make.
Now, I might have mentioned that I come from a big family. I'm the
youngest of eight children and since the other seven siblings have gone
forth and multiplied, we're a pretty large group when we can manage to
get together. I think we're almost about forty people, with spouses and
offspring, but since it takes too long to count, we'll just go with
that estimate. Now, that's a lot of people to have in an immediate
family. So, you might be able to imagine how crazy
family gatherings can be. Particularly with my family---we're insane,
to put it mildly and clinically. It's going to be three straight days
of catching up with the Cake Eater parents, siblings and their spouses;
reacquainting myself with my nieces and nephews (read: having hair
pulled, being jumped on and being shown the latest in the Barbie and
Lego lines); fighting off non-smoking siblings who will try to mooch
smokes when they start drinking; dancing; going to mass and on the
whole, having fun. It's going to be insane. Family gatherings always
are. But they're also fun, too. A whirlwind awaits at the end of the
week, in other words, and I'm gearing up. I think I've figured out what
to wear, although that might change when I get a gander at my sister's
closet. My main dilemma right now is whether to wear nylons or to not
wear nylons. It's Omaha, it will be cold. But I can't find the right
color to wear with this one skirt and I don't like wearing nylons with
open-toed sandals because that seam at the toe always bugs me and
they'll just run anyway
and it's not like they're going to add more warmth, so why bother,
right? I don't know. I'm going to be hemming and hawing over this one
for a time. Perhaps I'll have it figured out by Friday. Perhaps I
won't. I'm leaning against right now, but my legs are damn
white. I don't know if it's all that attractive of an option for me to
be going bare legged right now. Hmmm. Much thought is required. Much
toenail polish, too, but we'll save that for another day.
Anyway, here's what I've got for you today.
--- Methinks, she didn't want him to take the easy way out.

This woman, I'm sure, has plans for this guy. And it won't be pretty.

--- And we have another Silly German today!
{Insert much mirth here}
Can you do better than that? I don't think so.
{snort!}