gentle readers, i am entering unchartered territory tonight. vegetable beef soup. yes, i am trying to make it as i type! i am scared. it sounds so yummy, but we all know how first-times usually turn out. i forgot to buy corn, so it’s not gonna be perfect. i woulda remembered the corn, except i had a coughing attack in the middle of the popsicle aisle. i was so embarrassed i had to get out of the store.

i am really sick of people telling me i sound terrible and that i ought to be home in bed. ya know, being home in bed (alone) is fun for about 12 hours. . . 14 hours max. after that it just gets boring. plus, i am single. . . ain’t nobody gonna do my shopping for me, but me.

also, nobody from my family has called me. i told my dad yesterday that i had pneumonia and wouldn’t be at the bowling alley for a week. ya think my mom could call or something. i mean, she’s not exactly president of the mom’s club and whatnot. and i don’t expect her to come over and make me soup and tuck me in. but i thought she’d at least call. when i am a mom and my oldest kid gets sick with pneumonia when they are 28, i will fly around the damn world to bring them soup or i will at least call them to make sure they’re ok.