Monday, November 7, 2011

n = Growing Up

I recently found myself incredibly ill...I am talking praising the porcelain gods kind of ill. I remember back in the day when I was still just a young(er) tyke, when I would get ill, Mommy and Daddy would be there to take care of me.

One of my favorite memories: I was quite young and sick (I fell asleep on the tile and caught a cold) and my daddy brought home a big bag of Big Stick popsicles to make me feel better. Yeah, I might be a bit of a daddy's little girl.

Now that I am all grown up, being sick sucks! Not that it didn't suck before, it is just worse now because I have no one to take care of me! Which means that as I am dieing, I have to buy/make my own soup, get my own blankets, purchase my own medicine, etc. The down fall to being an "adult." Fortunately, my friend felt so bad for me that they bought/made me soup, got me more blankets, and brought me medicine...the upside to making new friends!