On The Menu: Germs, Ashes, and American Idol

Wednesday has nearly come and gone and I've come to the conclusion that I may have little to report for the day. However, around 10pm last night I realized that I just might have become infected with the mystery illness that has been shutting down all life as I know it including blogger friends for the past month.

Making a doctor's appointment was a waste of time. I called around 3pm today and their voice mail stated they were on lunch. Must have been some feast. I ate around 11 am and was already planning dinner at that time.

The lovely hubby that I adore offered me his prescriptions which I thought was loving (if not a bit illegal). So I'll call again tomorrow.

Little Potter came home from school happy to report he got his ashes today. Potter attends Catholic Kindergarten, and of course today is Ash Wednesday. He pointed right to the spot on his forehead where his ashes supposedly were. I gave him a smile, but honestly, I couldn't even find a speck. I'm sure they were there at some point today, just not now. I did however spot the jelly left over from his lunch that his teacher allowed him to wear the rest of the afternoon. I don't exactly understand this no matter how hard I try. When I taught Kindergarten I never left a child leave the day with a dirty face. Dirty clothes, perhaps, but not a dirty face.

On the upside, the siding on the house was repaired after it blew off during that wind storm last week. Hopefully it will last a little longer than the first (we've been here for 6 years).

I hate to admit it, but while writing this post, I'm also watching American Idol. It's not really my thing, but Hubby seems to enjoy it (Like most reality shows). It's like a train wreck: I don't want to watch, but I find myself peeking over the computer. I'm afraid I'll get sucked in. Just like I did that last seven seasons (Oops, did I just admit that?) Text Vote 5704 Nick Mitchell.