Hacking All The Way

For the past week leading up to Christmas, I’ve had that *sultry, sexy voice that merrily turned into Bronchitis. To top it off, I “heard the bells” ringing long before Christmas Day thanks to a raging ear infection.

Needless to say, I’ve been M.I.A. - literally down for the count and viewing way too much daytime television that I never want so much as a sniffle ever again. However, it wasn’t a complete wasted time. I learned that if someone wants to sue me on television, there are about 15 different judges of all shapes and sizes, each with their own, stylized authority issues to settle the case and that as a defendant, I can embrace the moronic without hurting my counter-arguments no matter how far removed from the original charges. And if I’m not as fortunate to publicly make a complete arse of myself, I can make five different Greek/Italian/Indian dipping sauces for grilled, skewered meats thanks to P.B.S. Creative Cooking. Then I got to go to Copenhagen and see the sites with Rick Steves and later took a boat ride down the Danube. Learned about Masters DeVinci and Raphael and the restoration of the Last Supper.

If it wasn’t for the fact the David was the bigger mule last Tuesday by dragging my sorry biscuits into the doctors office, I wouldn’t be writing this post let alone being in an upright position with at least one fifth of my “normal” brain functioning power to amuse myself with.

It was, however, a good Christmas. The Farmers were happy and well fed. Hubby’s happy and well fed. Mommy was happy in a drug-induced sort of way and thanks to thoughtful friends, well stocked with homemade chicken noodle soup and fresh baked bread.

Santa remembered what was on the list. Things like…

And I…. I was absolutely spoiled. I mean S-P-O-I-L-E-D!!! *Notice the tissue box and the disheveled, right-out-of-bed-and-not-a-stitch-of-make-up-nor-use-of-a-brush and still in my p.j.’s look?

* Shout-out to Tia!