Cold medicine makes me slap happy.

1. I love medicine. I know there are a lot of people who don't like taking any sort of medicine when they are feeling bad. My husband is one of those people. He refuses to take Advil or any sort of drug when he is feeling under the weather. He prefers a more natural treatment; namely whining a lot. And while I try to only take drugs when I really need them, I am the first to say that I love 'em. I've been sick off and on since November. I've felt like a nonstop snot factory. It's been super fun. I finally decided I was tired of swallowing 6 gallons of snot everyday and called the doctor. 2 days and 4 prescriptions better, I am almost feeling normal again. When I woke up this morning and didn't have to go through my usual morning ritual of coughing up garbage and blowing my nose for half an hour, I wanted to send the pharmaceutical companies a fruit basket. Combine that with the fact that cold medicine tends to make me jittery and slap happy, and I am feeling soooooo good! 3 cheers for antiobiotics, Mucinex, Afrin, and Claritin. Thanks to the miracle of modern medicine, I'm feeling good enough to run in another half marathon this weekend. It's difficult to describe the mix of dread and excitement that precede running a race.

2.  I have noticed that Abby the Flabby Labby has gotten a bit flabbier these days. It didn't make sense. Nothing has changed in our routine lately, except that Cary is home more often. Mystery solved. See exhibits A, B, and C.

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C.

It's alright to be jealous of my Paint skills. It's only natural. Please note the accuracy in the portayal of my and Cary's work uniforms. Also, whenever my boss walks by and sees me slaving over my paint drawings of my dog, he looks a bit confused but continues on his way. This is amusing to me.

3. A week from tomorrow, we will find out what plane Cary will be flying, and where we will be moving too. Most of the time, I'm not really aware of this fact and continue on about my day. But every now and then, it dawns on me that our life is about to drastically change and I have no idea what's coming, and I feel the need to stuff my face with chocolate/hide in the closet while holding my knees to my chest and rocking back and forth/obsessively scrub the bathtub/watch Army wives and cry/do all of these things at the same time. But mostly I'm excited to know what's coming, and I hope that the next week proceeds in a speedy fashion.

4. I really like green smoothies. Everyone should drink one. Right now. My recipe is this: Get a blender. Or a magic bullet, which Cary's parents got me for Christmas, and is super awesome for this. Put some frozen fruit in it. Put some vanilla greek yogurt or some vanilla protein powder in there. Add some orange juice. Stuff it to the top with spinach. Pulverise the ever loving daylights out of that stuff. Bring it in to work and feel gloatingly healthier than everyone else because you are drinking green stuff. I swear on the grave of my beloved childhood pet hampster named Snuggles that you can't taste the spinach in the slightest.

5. I'm making these today:

How can I have s'more if I haven't had any yet?

S'mores Bars

Come to Mama. This is why I run, people. I love s'mores so much I want to marry them.