Snot

I am poorlysick, mes amis. The cold I've spent the last few days fighting off made an aggressive final push into no man's land and has now invaded Paris. Or something. Long story short, my throat's swollen up, my sinuses feel like they're full of silly putty and everything smells of snot. I am drinking my weight in hot Vimto. Woe is me. Plus, Hubs is off galavanting at a screening in Smokey tomorrow, so I've got to get Vi dinnered, bathed and bedded on my tod tomorrow night. Everything's pissing my off a ridiculous amount today. The stupid lyrics to "Blue Velvet" made me needlessly apoplectic with rage just now. "And I still can see blue velvet in my tears"?!? WHAT?!?

On the plus side, however, Violet can now do the proper dance to 'Dingle Dangle Scarecrow', which is very sweet. She does tend to skip 'shake my hands like this', though, because she's much too eager to 'stamp her feet like that'. Plus, she was sort-of doing 'Head, shoulders, knees & toes' today, only they were all sort-of in the wrong order.