Something about waking up to “We’re Not Gonna Take It” makes me really, really grumpy, probably because I don’t have a choice – I HAVE to take it, or I will be fabulous yet homeless.

I am wearing a thoroughly ridiculous shirt today, so much so that even *I* think it might be a little much. I really need to take people with me when I go shopping so I don’t have to trust my own questionable judgment when it comes to fashion. I’m almost past the whole “I can put it on so therefore it must look good, right?” thing and not buying things just because they fit even if they’re hideous, but my definition of hideous is so much looser than most. This is a perfect example:

i dress myself funny

It’s also see-through and the sleeves are cinched with black tassels. Basically, it’s my definition of completely awesome – riotous, questionable, covered in paisley, and left on the rack because no sane person would wear it. I love it. I don’t care that I look like a clown.

Okay, I DO care, but only a little.

Ed is very, very sick. This is bad for multiple reasons:

• Ed is a giant baby when he’s sick
• I am the world’s worst nurse
• He probably has 17 swine flus
• He’s scheduled to fly to Toronto tomorrow morning, to Edmonton Saturday night, drive to Jasper Sunday morning, take the bus back to Edmonton Monday morning, and fly back to Vancouver Monday afternoon
• SWINE FLU !!!

He’s currently at home, moaning up a storm. I can tell he’s really sick – today is MONTH END, and he *never* misses MONTH END because he works in finance and MONTH END is the most important thing ever. I’ve asked him numerous times to skip MONTH END or at least leave early for different things, but he would never do it – I might be sick or needing to go to the hospital or we’re moving and have 7 hours and no truck to do it in, but MONTH END always came first so screw you and your needs. He’s been a rodeo clown since 2004, and this is the first MONTH END he’s ever missed. Scary.

I hope he feels better soon, but at the same time, I hope he’s sick just long enough to miss his trip. It’s a stupid travel schedule, and if he’s not feeling super it’ll just make him sicker to spend that much time trapped with other people and their germs and noises and smells. I’m all for adventure, but even I would have a hard time finding the joy in that itinerary.

I better not get Swine Flu (aka Piggy Sniffles) from Ed, or I am going to be choked.