Burnin' Up

I was going to talk about how great the weekend was - we went to TWO parties, went out to eat, had some friends over for dinner and got a NEW CAR.

But, I'm sick.

Got a big fever. Triple digits. Daddy took me to the doctor and she said I have a virus.

However, I'm not going to turn this post into some pity party, so we are going to concentrate on the GOOD things about being sick.

First off, Daddy lets me do pretty much whatever I want. I don't think I've heard the word "no" since the first time he took my temperature. It's like being at Grandma's.

Second, I get control of the remote. I can just tell Daddy what I want to watch and he makes it happen.

Third, I get to eat whatever I want for dinner - no questions asked - and I get to do it downstairs. Tonight I had a plate full of crackers and raspberries while watching horsies on TV. And I got both juice AND milk. Score!!

You gotta look on the bright side.