Sicky

Ok, so being sick away from home really does suck. Sorry ma, I know you don’t want to hear that, but no worries, it’s just a cold. However, we all know that colds stink. They’re not enough to let you stay home from work or stop life at all, but you feel like complete crap.

On the upside Costa Rica really is a nice place to have a cold. Life is good here, but It’s always nice to be ‘home’ when you feel lousy. Now, it’s not like Piela would be making me chicken soup or anything, but at least I’d have my biscuit, a TV and the ability to call the people that really do love me enough just to listen to me whine a little. I know, many more people have far bigger ailments, but no one can deny that it feels better, just a tad, to be able to moan and groan for a minute. So, I did what any other Thomas woman would do – I had saltines and butter for dinner. Feel better already. The only thing that would have helped more would have been a box of 10 wings. If I’m not better by the weekend I’m pulling out the big guns – fried noodles in burned butter. Now, where to get Gram’s mac and cheese…