Alistair: Bringer of Rain

Don't ask. I don't know. I needed something for a title and my man is generally on my mind so there you go. While it would be awesome if he were a bringer of rain I'll settle for bringer of flowers and giver of hugs.

I said hugs and not hugs and kisses for a reason. You see I'm sick and not in a pleasant way. I have some variety of this years influenza bug. Woo! I don't remember the last time that this happened. I've had colds, but the flu, the honest to god flu, fuck if I know. (He even has a nice new nick name for me, it's real original: Sickie.) Thus being sick and gross kinds of sick he has removed my right to kiss him. And while it sucks, I can see his point. It's not like he can afford to get sick and take time off. So I am reduced to hugs only.

Oh well... I'll survive. Or I should. If I can manage to get through this grossness sooner rather than later. I dislike not being able to kiss my man. It's not cool. And I don't want to make him sick...

And don't tell me about how I'm "no longer infectious once I'm symptomatic". I know. He knows... but really who wants to kiss someone who has a runny nose and is coughing all over the place? Yum! Oh! And I forgot the full body sneezes! Wicked!

So there... I've blogged... I'm going to try and do it more often. And since my life tends to be mostly boring I'm going to try and pull more awesomeness like this and this and who can forget this.

On wards to Glory! And more eventual postings. I like ranting and I suppose that if you come here you like hearing rants. My goal is one rant a week and once I get good at keep that schedule I'll try for something more.

Later ya'll.

PS Caroline say you are to blog: This means you! (Kim, Jayson, Sam and to a lesser extent, Carol. Tsk tsk tsk... Epic Fail!)