This cold is kicking my fine Celitc ass. On a good note, I've lost 4 lbs because of it. Sick of me huh? To be happy that I'm dropping weight because of a cold? I ended up at the walk in clinic first thing this morning. The virus has moved to my eye, no pink eye thank Goddess. My chest & back hurt too, so I got an anti inflamitory for that. Now it is time to rest. Rented a few dvd's. Mad Mikey said that Harold & Kumar was funny, it was on my list of things I wanted to see too.
Pudd'n is having a kiniption fit over something. It is so hard that he is non verbal, I'd love to know what has crawled up his ass so I could fix it. Instead, he lays on his bed crying because something pissed him off and he cannot express it any other way.
Work was busy last night, my last table was a real treat (yes, that was sarcastic). Some regulars came in, they brought thier children with them for the first time. Well, the tables were still pretty packed so the adults sat at one table and the kids sat 5 tables away on my station. At first the kids started to get obnoixous, thinking they were funny & cute. I shot them "The Look" over my shoulder and they quieted down. I went over to take the order and they all start talking at once. I use my best "Don't fuck with Ms. Maeve" voice and tell them "I only want to hear ONE at a time talking". And I made them stick to that too. Then later on I caught one little shit throwing bread. Our bus boys work damn hard, they don't need some little rich snot nosed brat making more of a mess. So I walked over with the look of death on my face and sternly told them "I do NOT want to see you throw another thing? Understand?". They were pissing in their pants by then.