Day twenty-six: 80% less verbose

I can't decide if I should post about how someone I love dearly threw up all over me on the subway or how I can't believe that it is seven days later and Bumper and I remain two sick chicks.

This is a hard virus to shake. Nothing alarming, just the evolution of this virus is not missing a step. Sore throat to sniffles to cough to crankiness to stomach stuff and so on. Nothing unmanageable, just pretty much one symptom at a time. Today was the first day that she was pretty much cranky more often than not. Poor kid.

So when deciding what post subject to tackle tonight, I remembered it's Sunday so I should be doing a Motherbumper's movie thingy list. I should be compiling a list of movies that I haven't even prepared or thought about. Gah.

So I've decide that I will spare you any gross stories about illness, any movie lists that potentially may become another horror film list* and admit that I would rather be watching TV with husband and eating ice cream now that Bumper is asleep.

And that is what I'm going to do right now. I'll be back to regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.

* people always say write what you know, so I write about horror. How sad is that.