I have strep throat. I've had no trouble feeling sorry for myself either. It's a holiday weekend and I'm missing out on a friends s'more party and possibly another friends out door movie party...wahhhh. To top it off, this is my kind of weather...it's jean and a sweatshirt heaven out there.
Even though I'm knee deep in self pity, there's 2 things that have put a smile on my face . Number one, we have the most hilarious neighbors across the road from us who are entirely fed up with the neighbor next door to us. They're not alone of course! Mr. next door likes his rock and roll and he likes it loud. I feel like we live in a horrible B rated movie when I look over and see him on his porch, no shirt, beer in hand, scruffy beard, and long stringy hair, rocking out to The Rolling Stones. Anyway, in protest Mr. and Mrs. across the street have started to play speeches of President Obama, knowing full well that Mr. next door cannot stand anything milady Democrat let alone the President's voice. It just makes me smile with a low chuckle, and a slight tilt of the head. And just to be clear...we live on the good side of the tracks.
Secondly, my daughter who is now 3 (do you know how much I love 3?!) Anyway, the same child who struts off to her bedroom, arms crossed , a look of pure defiance on her face, yelling no and even daring to slam the door behind her is the same child who can change my mood with one word...well, maybe it's two. Flip flop, only you have to say it with the pronunciation of a 3 year old....plip plop. I swear, it's the cutest thing you've ever heard.
So, to sum it up, I'm laying on the couch listening to the muffled sound of the President's voice, sucking on Halls, and asking my daughter to say flip flop. Awesome, right?