I’m sorry I’ve been scarce. We are T-24 hours until we leave for our Big Disney World Trip. Otherwise known as, The Trip in Which We Are Fleeced By The Mouse. Unfortunately, this very week, Sweetgirl has made it to preschool exactly zero times. She’s had a rotten cold. I’ve lost track of how many Grand Nose Explosions I’ve mopped up. And I kept assuring her, as I nuzzled in and showered her with kisses, snuggled her and wiped her snoot, that “Mama’s can’t get sick”. I lied. We can. I’m now living proof. Sigh…
Thus, we’ve only been doing a tiny bit of this:
And a whole stinkin’ lotta this:
We are, apparently, in Mass Production mode of nose goop. Lord, may it end soon. Flying out tomorrow morning is going to be, um, an adventure? It’s a good thing I’m a praying kinda girl, because, I’m going to be doing a whole bunch of it between now and tomorrow’s take-off. In fact, I think it would be best if I just lay down right here, face to the ground and stay that way. It’s actually way more comfortable anyway.
So… until next week, when I hope to give you a fun little update Live With Mickey and The Gang, I bid you Achoo!