My Sacrifice

As I pulled a reheated cup of coffee out of the microwave this afternoon the handle painfully burned my palm and fingertips. I’m afraid I muttered a less than righteous expletive as coffee splashed all over the counter and floor, but I did manage to keep the cup from crashing on the linoleum. I also saved the majority of the coffee and am enjoying it as I type.

Right before this incident I had decided to blog about this morning in an effort to bring a little sunshine into the otherwise gray lives of my adoring fans. And by gray I mean cloudy. The Weather Channel said it was cloudy where both of my fans live.

The slightest touch to my finger pads sends excruciating pain shooting up my arm, rendering me nearly unconscious. And yet here I am, typing away. For you, my dear readers.

If that’s not sacrifice, I don’t know what is.

The annual community Easter egg hunt was this morning at church. Taylor had to be there at 9:00 and I was supposed to help as well. But I woke up this morning with left-sided congestion and an itchy sore throat. That alone wasn’t enough to keep me home. The fat and fuzzy tongue, however, was. All my colds I’ve had these last several months have apparently whittled my immune system down a bit again. I know it’s not terribly bad, but I didn’t think it would be wise to hang around upwards of 300 little kids with as many runny noses.

We stopped at Wawa on the way to church so I could pick up milk and donuts for the homebodies and breakfast for Taylor. This is how he secured our purchases:

They made it the rest of the way to the church and then home without incident.

I’m starting to feel faint. A body can only take so much pain. I’d better lay down for a physically healing nap. I just felt it was important to get this news to you first and to let you to know I put you all before my own needs. Because that’s the kind of girl I am.

0 thoughts on “My Sacrifice

  1. You are such a delightful cuckoo!!! That is a compliment by the way — you make me laugh and I would so love to sit over coffee with you (I’ll take it out of the microwave if you don’t mind!) and chat and laugh. Love how Taylor secured the milk!! I see he is a child after his mother’s own heart!! Sorry your two fans are having cloudy weather — you are such a goofball!!! 🙂 xo

  2. You crazy gal, Jenster, lol.Come what may, the milk is safe and secure!Hope your poor finger pads are healed from their affliction soon. We wouldn’t want it to affect your blog abilities!

  3. At least your sarcasm muse isn’t non-functional. Just think how bad THAT would be. Even BOTH of your fans might desert! or Dessert! Either way!Hope you’re feeling better soon!!

  4. Sherry – I would love to sit across the table from you with a cup of coffee, too! I’ll use mits the next time. :o)Becky – They are feeling better.PJ – I think my sarcasm is like a cockroach. Nothing has been found to eradicate it, yet. :o)

  5. I love “siblingness”!! My brother used to tease me, I’d scream/whine, “Mooooooooommm!!” She’d simply say, “Russell Dean!” He’d chuckle “hHeh, heh, heh,” and he’s slink away to plot his next attack.But I like him now.:D

  6. hehe. funny. sorta. not like i am laughing AT you or anything. i do hope the fuzzy tongue thing is going away and that you are feeling better soon!

  7. Thats a really good idea for the milk. It made me laugh. You have lots more than 2 fans. More like 20, so that means there are a whole lot of clouds. Getting burnt by hot coffee is no fun, but just be glad it wasn’t hot sausage gravy. That stuff sticks to you and keeps burning.

  8. You are full of sacrifices, my friend. I hope those finger pads heal soon. But you know what I always say, “It doesn’t martyr to me…” xxxooogretchen

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