Mooooo (stache)
That’s what happens when I spend the day with chickenpox infected kids.
I get bored, and after CutieDaughter said “moostache” instead of “moustache”, I find a picture of a cow, take the Wacom out and draw a moooooooooo-stache on a cow. Hilarity ensues. By the way, they are getting better.
See, it’s getting better. Kinda.
In other ‘pox-related news, it seems that Google is trying to make us abandon Twitter and Facebook for their “Buzz” – I call it Gwitter. I don’t like it at this point, it only makes me have to read the same comments in my inbox, on Buzz, on the toast, everywhere! Too much of a good thing makes it a bad thing people. Like the ‘pox. Or espresso.
Have a great wired week-end.
I remember when I got the chicken pox. Well, not really I was four. But I have a lot of pictures of me covered in red bumps so it seems like I should. Right? Right.
.-= Sarah´s last blog ..Happy. =-.
Love the cow, hate the pox!
I like the cow!!
I think I had chicken pox as a kid. Not even sure. Maybe I should know?
Regardless – hope everyone’s better by Monday!
.-= Sybil Law´s last blog ..Huh? =-.
@Sarah: Right. CutieDaughter doesn’t want me to take pictures. We’ll see. She has to sleep at some point.
@Hilly: Mmmmm, steak.
@Sybil Law: Fingers crossed… Because I have Monday off and I don’t want to have kids in the house.
Heh, I used to put together an ezine called The Cattle Prod MoosLetter, which was (oddly enough) a clean joke list. Had over 3,000 readers at one point, and that was before RSS was even a glint in your daughter’s eye.
Love the ‘stache.
.-= Karl´s last blog ..Until I Learn to Love Myself, I Can Only Go Out with Three Girls Named Ann =-.
@Karl: An eZine? I think I heard of those in High School… Just kidding, I’m old too.
Pox de Poulet…
I had them when I was five. I got them from my brother. Or he from me. (It was a long time ago.)
I hope the pox, and boredom, end soon.
@Delmer: Well, in my family, nobody’s quite certain if I had them or not. The good thing is that I didn’t get them this time, so it might mean that I already had them (probably from your brother a long time ago) or that I have a really good immune system, or that I didn’t get them *this time*. We’ll see!
TWO stories about my chickenpox from sixth grade:
1. I was sooo itchy on my back!! I lifted up my shirt and jutted up against a wall and swayed agressively back and forth! DAYUM that felt good.
2. My brother, jerk, decided he was NOT GONNA GET CHICKEN POX FROM ME NO SIRREE!! So when I was pathetically begging for a 7-up, he rolled it down the hall to avoid being exposed. He insisted my Mom boil the dishes i used. et cetera . . .
he still got it though
MWWWHAAA HAA HAAA!!!!
awesome!!