I am gonna kick up my feet today.

Well that is after boot camp, getting kids ready for school,  Ben's swim lesson, taking Ben to school, picking up the kids again, taking Libby to skating, making supper, working on my assignment and doing laundry.

Other than those things, I am throwing up my feet. 

I received an email about how important it is to get a mumps booster shot. Y'know, vaccinate against it.  One of the main arguments in the email for getting this shot was this:  If you get the mumps, you will have to spend nine days in isolation and nobody will be able to be around you, hug you, talk to you, yadda yadda sob sob.

But then I thought, "Just a cotton pickin' minute here..  NINE days in isolation?"  N I N E????  Wrap it up, Lunch Monitors, I'll take it.  I'll gleefully trip over my own mumpy neck for nine days of peace. Sooooo, I want someone to come and inject the mumps virus directly into my jugular.  Seriously, if you or anyone you know has mumps, or any curable, non permanently disfiguring virus, stipulating that you must spend no less than a week in isolation, send them over.  I want to make out with them a little.

Kay, I'm off to the movies to scout out people with suspiciously swollen necks..