So, as you know, Little has been coughing for 9 days (insert principal from Ferris Beuller's, "Nine times").  Four days ago she asked me for a kiss.  I offered her my cheek, "But I want to kiss you on the mouth."  And she was so cute and I figured if I had not gotten sick by then I must be invinsible.  So I squeezed my eyes shut and let her kiss me.  I thought it was funny.  Now I'm sick and it is not funny at all.

On Saturday morning I called Marie.  I hadn't spoken to anyone yet, but I hadn't really thought about it.  She picked up.  I tried to say hello but nothing came out.  I gasped.  Ursula must have stolen my voice!  Then I apologized for calling her without first checking my throat to see if I could talk.

Today Face is feeling ill.  I was i.m.ing with him and said, "Oh no!  I told her not to kiss you!"  He said, "It's not her fault.  I'm very kissable."  Which is true.  I have often fallen prey to his kissability.

I'm at work now and Little is playing with one of those toys that has beads and hard wires.  The beads look like cars, trucks and hot air balloons.  As she pushes the beads along she is shouting, "Stay in your city on the Earth!"  What a strange thing to say, over and over and over...

Also, earlier this morning I i.m.ed Face to say I was on hold with the doctor.  I wanted to know if a nine day cough was cause to visit.  Later I said, "We're leaving for the gym now, see ya later."  And Face said, "Let me know when you hear from the doctor."  "Oops.  Did I not tell you?  I feel like I told you."  Apparently I blogged about my discussion with Little's nurse but neglected to tell her father.  Oh well, that's why he should read my blog, right?