Why I Shouldn't Have Kids - No. 32

Orange juice bath

Getting myself all snuggled in my couch potato position, I had my magazine, the remote, and a PINT glass of freshly poured OJ next to me. Yep, I can't juggle that many things at once and the OJ was knocked right onto myself, my Mr. Roger's cashmere I'm-sick-but-comfy brown sweater, my comforter, my quilt, my magazine AND my couch. Jumping up, I'm sure I looked and sounded like a bad American Idol contestant trying to get off stage before Simon starts to wail. Two hours and two loads of laundry later, I finally got to snuggle back into bed, the quilt still drying in my bathroom - supposedly 'dry clean only' but survived the delicate wash just fine :) So now I know why my sisters (and all sane parents) try their darnedest to keep kids with food out of the living room. Hm, is my couch pilling or is that the pulp just drying?

Manuel, my weekday doorman from Panama, was sick for a week+ last week. He noticed my mailbox visits during the day and my last run to Duane Reade. Told him I was sick and we chatted about antibiotics (he's on some penicillin) and home remedies. We chatted about chicken soup and what did he do today? He ordered me a big batch of Ollie's chicken noodle soup! Manuel is soooo nice. Yum, noodle soup.