Germs

Well, I did have a really good rant for this evening, but I saved it in my draft folder, because it wasn't the time to post it. I have a lot of those types of posts that are not "opportune", I do not forget about them, but since I have noticed a certain few IP addresses popping up, it could potentially stir up some close to home reactions. That's the problem. The other blog that I had initially started that is more "me", is lost. I cannot remember the name of it, I cannot remember what I wrote in it. It is floating in cyberspace anonymously, I have a few of those. It is my TOP SECRET blog, with my TOP SECRET address. (Which is so secret, that I didn't write the addy or the blog down, and that is why it's lost, I do that a lot, even with tactile objects, and candy). I am not trying to insinuate that I am so interesting that I need different persona's to blog, but sometimes it is a relief to write what you really want to say without prying eyes. This evening my husband is at his parents and the girls and I tidied up the house. I decided it was best to just let my husband go to this "meeting" on his own, because really, financial stuff and will information on first disclosure, in my opinion is the business of that nuclear family, there was another issue as well, but, I cannot write about it now. (Hence saving the other post as a draft). Yesterday, we braved the crowds, I was armed with hand sanitizer, and we went in search of the Chi flat iron. The first store was out, and so, walking through the mall in a daze I saw a kiosk which was selling a different brand of the same type of iron. I got the guy to try it out on a few of my kinky locks, and it seemed to do the trick. He told me that it had a lifetime warranty, blah blah. So I bought it thinking it was a deal. Well, I got home and found the bloody thing at folica.com for fifty bucks. When I got home to read the small print, there was only a one year warranty. He told me, that if it fell in the tub or broke, I would just ship it back and I would be given a new one. We bought some clothes for the kids, and had a nice time. I love the city, but I do not like getting coughed on and I feel like when I am in those places, I should be pulling a Michael Jackson and wearing a mask. There were so many snotty people. I held my breath a lot, and only inhaled when I absolutely needed to. One lady was absolutely flu infested and had what looked like ready to blow volcanoes on her face. I just kept holding my breath, and when I got home I took an overdose of echinicea and milk thistle. I will let everyone know if "holding your breath" works in influenza situations. If you do not hear from me in three days, I am overcome with the black death. I sound like a wacko.