Move over hubby and espresso maker. I now have two, count 'em TWO new lovers. One for my right hand and one for my left hand.

These gloves are like wearing a million little hugs on my fingers and I don't want to take them off. So, I'm not. I'm not taking off the gloves. Ever.

Well, I suppose I'll have to take them off eventually. Like when hubby gets home. I wouldn't want him getting jealous. Or, more likely, think he's married to a loon.

Found at House of Snark

You Are Socks!

Heidi and warm... but easily lost. You make a good puppet.

Avoid the temptation to eat your favorite hot cereal next time you have the flu. Anything with the word "bran" in it should be avoided at all costs.

Ok, really I suggest you NOT meet Mr. Mucus. He's just gross and about the most disgusting marketing ploy I've ever come across. I do suggest Mucinex, however. (thanks sis for the recommendation!)

Yeah, I know the topic is gross, but I feel compelled to share this fabulous find. I have the flu, but this stuff is making it less miserable than flu's that have run over me in the past.

Mucinex and Advil, my two new lovers.

Lest I gross anyone out with details, I shall just leave it at that.

Sorry kids, no humor this morning. Again. Today's post is dedicated to the letter M.

M for mush.

BJ has been on a business trip since Sunday morning and comes home tonight. I am anxiously awaiting the moment that I get to see his smiley face standing at the curb at the airport. I wrote to a friend of mine about that moment (hi Cindy!) Until I wrote to her, it never occurred to me what was so significant about that moment.

It has nothing to do with seeing someone that I've missed, although that is also really nice. It's all about what happens the moment he sees me. I think this is one of my favorite things. Seeing him before he notices that I'm in the room (or at the airport).

I see his normal persona and he's just a man standing in a room. Then I am fortunate enough witness how he changes when he sees me. His whole face lights up and his posture softens. The tough man suddenly becomes a teddy bear. I am so lucky that I get to see that as it happens. Makes me want to sneak up on him all the time, but then again that might be creepy. tee hee.

Gah! I'm just a big pile of goo sometimes.