zee-pack

i've been sick for four days -- i'm the grand champion mucus maker in the phlegm factory of snot (nice visual, huh). i went to 'carenow' (where my attending physician was wearing a giant gold texas belt-buckle and cowboy boots - dr. big tex jr.) and got a shot in my tushy and a zee-pack (not sure if that's how you spell it). sounds like something wonder woman might have -- "maven the magnificent and her Z PACK!!!" and having it makes me feel like a super-hero. like its a pack of zoom that i wear on my back (and it is making me kind of speedy). the zee-pack has transformed me into a new and improved, less-booger-making person. i'm not sure why they don't just distribute these at the local pharmacy for anyone honking the insides of their head into a kleenex.

despite the steady flow of crap from my nose, i've been cruising around northeast dallas (with a very nice, now-infected real estate agent) looking for a place for the dogs to live. if we didn't own those smelly furbags, i think our lives would be richer - literally we would save thousands of dollars. it would certainly make things a lot easier. i haven't yet found the perfect abode for our pet crew, but am hoping something wonderful will come up tomorrow. monday, i'm out of time, so i'm signing a lease on something.

tonight i took a break from blowing, sneezing & driving and joined heidi and tristan for the best dinner EVER at 'big shucks'. there was shellfish and shortening overload topped with a bit of tartar sauce (as it should be).

time for me to chug some nyquil, take an ambien and try to sleep.

sweet french fry dreams,

tricia