Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Horton Hears a Hypodermic

I got a flu shot on Monday. Now it is Wednesday, and I am still walking around with a rotting Band-Aid on my arm, feeling the ache of getting punched by a tiny, needle-fisted midget.

What’s funny is, if you are a betting kind of girl (or guy. Whatever. I’m playing to my fan base, my friends) you should still bet on me getting the flu. It’s what I do. I consider antibiotics a vital part of the holiday season.

I also had our sprinklers blown out today. Just in time for the temperatures to soar into the 70s for the rest of the week. I noticed the dude looking at me oddly when I greeted him at the door, and again when I wrote him a check. I thought nothing of it, seeing as how he couldn’t possibly be judging my appearance given he was wearing an orange vest and very tall socks with struggling elastic.

Then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I closed the door behind him, and noticed that a piece of my hair had gotten stuck in my headband and was sticking straight up. I looked like I had walked straight out of Whoville. I have benevolently forgiven the dude his orange vest.

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5 comments:

Pauline said...

nothing like an odd hair day to keep us humble

Ramblin' Red said...

Hee hee - I was wondering how the title was dreamt up...good combination!

I got a flu shot Friday and interestingly enough I'm in cold hell this week. Funny how that works, eh?

Lily said...

That Who picture is oddly freaky. What with the legs walking in one direction and the rest of the body and head looking backwards...eeesh!

Diane said...

Some times it's unclear if the prevention is worse than the virus . . .

Christie said...

That's nothing! I walked to the bus stop today with a big swipe of whoopi pie batter on my face. It looked like someone had taken a doody on my face. I could not figure out why all the kids on the school bus were staring at me. Of course, my children didn't say anything about it. They aren't helpful at all.