The one and only thing there's more of at FriedOkra Manor this week than snot is self-pity. And it's not the quiet, long-suffering kind of self-pity, either. It's mooooooooooooooooan, siiiiiiiiiiiigh, blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh-ing self-pity. The kind that makes me as annoyed with myself as surely everyone else within a 10-mile radius of me must be.
There was barfing, too, from another member of the household, but that appears to be over now and I'm gonna spare y'all the punishment of those details, because you've done nothing at all to deserve such misery.
But there's something to live for! Because when this plague finally leaves my household and I can sit up for longer than a nano-second at a time, I'm going to review a handy little volume about raising healthy kiddos that Simon & Schuster sent me, and then give away several copies of it to some lucky readers.
Yep, I said free books, people! That is what I said! FREE BOOKS, right here at FriedOkra! Upon my restoration to health.
Hot ziggity, I can't wait, can you?