Gone Fishin'

Yep. Hillbilly Mom has gone fishin'...FOR DIAMONDS! So I will be off-line for a couple of days. Unless Lappy hooks me up.

I am even sicker than a sick dog today. I called the doctor for some sweet, sweet Histinex. We'll see if he comes through for me. I'll know when I go to the pharmacy around 3:00 to pick up some Lisinopril and Zyrtec. Yes, they pale in comparison to my sweet, sweet Histinex.

#1 son and I are playing bar trivia tonight. Well, we're not actually in the bar. That would be pointless, don't you think, for a 12-year-old and his mom who doesn't imbibe? We will be in the restaurant part, playing that little box thingy to answer questions on the TV. I don't really feel like it, but we have already committed. #2 is happy as a clam, because he gets to go to Grandma's house. HH thinks he is going to load the Large SUV for the trip tomorrow, but DUH, we will be driving it to the bar.

Most of our stuff is packed, except for the medicines, and toiletries, and extra pillows, and hats, and books, and entertainment devices. And directions. Hmm...maybe I should go finish packing. I did 4 loads of laundry already. Even though I'm on my deathbed. Even though HH likes to say, "You ain't the first woman to ever have a cold." Maybe not, but I put some boiled eggs in a salad a while ago that came from a carton stamped: sell by April 16. Do you think they were safe to eat? I told the kids to smell them. The kids who gave me this cold. They both said, "Smell like eggs." When I started eating the salad, it tasted a little off. I thought maybe it was because I have this cold, and some flavors kind of drop out, and others become prominent. Sweet Gummi Mary! Don't let me be like Homer Simpson with that big sandwich that he dug out of the garbage can. We'll know in a few hours, I suppose. So there, HH. Maybe I really WILL be sick as a dog. And so will you, because I left you a part of that salad in the fridge. Can eggs spoil a vacation?

Come to think of it, we haven't been back to Branson since HH ended up at the emergency room for 11 hours. I think that's how long. You know how time flies when you have to leave the motel at 2:00 a.m. with your 7-year-old and 10-year-old and drive through the dark in search of Skaggs Memorial Hospital. I bet Diva's made that trip, though. Perhaps with the Amazing Technicolor Childfoot. Ahh...good times.

Sooo...everybody should check in here every day of the weekend, because I just might be able to post something. I mean it. Those of you who only read me from work, drive to work and sneak in. Just in case. I'm sure they won't prosecute when you explain that you didn't want to miss one word of Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's wisdom in the event that she can glom onto some internet while she's on vacation.

Bon Voyage!