Form a Line

Several years ago, I asked my mom that if she could look down the road to my future husband and give him a piece of advice about me... what would she say?

Without even the slightest pause, she said, "She's the worst sick person ever."  If you don't want the truth, don't ask my mother.

Now, keep in mind that my mom is, self-admittedly, a terrible nurse.  But in the years since, I've had several wonderful and loving friends agree with her whole-heartedly.   They have been known to drop the cold medicine or 7-Up at the door, knock, and run.

And they're right. I've felt lousy for 2 days, and I just had to resist a minor meltdown in the Target aisle because they've discontinued my favorite body soap.

Form a line at the front door, gentlemen.