Sick as a dog....?

I'm not really sure where that expression came from, because I don't think I have ever seen a sick dog with enough snot coming out of its nose to be able to fill Lake Michigan. Plus, if I could be as well off as my dog when he's sick, I'd be in good shape.

I mean, not three hours after I had his manhood removed was Panther then running full speed around the apartment non-stop until about six hours later when he finally passed out... Maybe "sick as a dog that's half dead and allergic to everything" would be more accurate...

Regardless, I'm still sick. Working towards getting better though. I've got the good ol' antibiotic and nose spray and some other random drug I was prescribed. So I'm feeling better, but I still have Niagara Falls on my face. Kleenex has met their profit goal for the year.

Anyway, I just wanted to say a warm Happy Mother's Day out there to all you wonderful mothers. I know I had one, and I know even though most of us wanted to kill them at some point or another, they still did us good and kept us from killing ourselves or cutting off an appendage.

I also want to give these good tidings to those mothers who are like me... the one's with the very hairy children. We are often overlooked, but we are, in fact, rather good mothers to our hyperactive children.
I know I rather spoil mine, but generally, he's a good boy.

So Happy Mother's Day, whether your a mother of a child with two or four legs.

Note to Self: A work shirt covered in pet hair says, "I am loved."