Tidbits ~ 11/27/21

Well it started Thursday when Lulu Belle rushed home from festivities with the boyfriend. She was ill. Physically but mentally made worse. Gripped in worry that she would somehow relapse on this annual anniversary, I did nothing but tender a glass on ginger ale. Zipped my lips and fretted. I had already purchased movie tickets but was prepared to cancel. We retreated to the safety of our cocoons to sleep it all away.

Friday was as if nothing happened. We went to our matinee of Ghostbusters the Afterlife. A cute little movie that I recommend. The Easter eggs and cameos made my day. I even cried but to be fair I cry easily. For Harold in the credits broke the dam.

We opted to skip popcorn with her unsettled tummy. Amazing really. Food addicts that we are. We rarely skip movie snacks. Which means that after the movie we were both peckish. Leftovers it was, to save taco day for today. We both picked at our lunch. Afterwards, I was down for the count. I’ll spare to gory details but let’s just say I did something I’d turn handstands to avoid doing. My turn for some ginger ale. Of course my crazy mind had me with breakthrough vid. Despite nausea not being a likely symptom. Apologies to anyone who truly had this virus. I don’t make light. I’m just certifiable.

But I guess sleep cures all evils. Two good nights in a row. Today is A-okay. When the other shoe will drop remains to be seen but ever at the ready. I’ve been in self care book mode. Realized today is my second to last vacation day. Aaaahh. Now that’s the stuff. Mental anguish begone. We’ve got no time for you.

As always more to come.

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#SoCS ~ 11/27/21

Good golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball …

And that’s what we have here today with #SoCS in da house. Where the lively Linda prompts us with Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “golly gee.” Use “golly gee” or another interjection that displays the same sentiment in your post. Enjoy! To join in, HERE are the rules and ping back.

Little Richard singing was close but no cigar. Those words however were all that popped into my brain and there they stuck. Like glue. No amount of thinking moved me away from the classic hit except for a vague memory of a 1960’s TV show where the Beaver or Dennis or some Eddie Haskell like kid says “golly gee”. And without the luxury of research, I’m toast. For today anyways. Wishing you a sensational Saturday folks.

As always, more to come.