Swine Flu, I OWN You.

The President declares some kind of disaster regarding H1N1 and my response to Fred was "Yeah, and what's that got to do with me? I have it!" Turns out I won't be getting any kind of stimulus check, just the knowledge that the Pres cares about my health. Kind of.

Well, Pres, I don't really think its an epidemic. Sure, people die from it. People die crossing the street too and THAT is an epidemic if you've ever driven downtown on a Husker game day. In fact, if given the choice in the future, I will hands-down take H1N1 over any of the other flu viruses.

A virus that just makes you want to sleep? Sign. Me. Up.

Only next time maybe Fred won't leave me at home with a sick two year old all day long. Internets, just between you and me, I'm going to tell you a little secret. I have NO earthly idea what Elliot did all day on Thursday - I was so out of it. Sure, I cracked an eye now and then and craned my neck to get a general location on the kid. But I really didn't do much more than that. I'm guessing I made him lunch? Surely I fed him...

I do know I did the best I could considering the piggies inside me were in full swing of wanting me to sleep, sleep sleep. And I know that because he's still alive and begging me to watch him play trains (more on that some other day).

So here I am, almost a week later and doing good. A friend asked me if the pigs are out of my body yet. My response? Only the one that eats Oreos by the handful is left, so yeah, I guess.