As luck would have it, I think I picked up the plague at the doctor's office. What kind of plague is yet to be determined. It's probably just a cold, but as we all know, I need to be dramatic about it. Taking care of a baby while sick is not what I signed up for. I need my mommy, but I am the mommy. Help me, Rhonda.
On days like this, the one thing that helps me get up in the morning to nurse the baby is knowing that I can turn the tv on and watch I Love Lucy and The Andy Griffith Show while I sip my coffee. I love those shows. I grew up on them! We get approximately 7 channels, and there's a local channel that plays old shows all day long. It's the reason I'm alive. There's nothing quite like the antics of Lucille Ball to get me ready for a day of diaper changing.
Anyway, Daniel Boone comes on right after the Andy Griffith Show. Fess Parker plays Daniel Boone. I had completely forgotten all about that until I started watching it a few weeks ago, and realized that he was my Grandma's friend. I grew up hearing stories of "the man who played Daniel Boone" and seeing pictures of them together. They met at his winery ages ago. He has a winery on the central coast of California, because you're nobody in California until you have a winery. Wineries are to California what barbecue is to the south.
I never met the man, but I did visit his winery once in middle school. Wait! I think I have a picture.
Let me blow my nose again and then go look.
The Mudd Shirt and the glittery turquoise belt. Bless my heart.
My family is full to the brim of celebrity sighting and stories and friendships. This is what happens when you live in certain parts of California. The only story I can offer is standing behind Peter Dinklage in the Vegas airport when I was 16.
He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Now that you have that information, please live your life accordingly.
Speaking of the Amish, have you seen the show Amish Mafia? James and I have been hooked on it since it started. It's completely ridiculous. One of the main people, Levi, wrote a book and I definitely did not just grab it from the library.
And by that I mean I definitely did. But don't tell anyone. This is how I convalesce: hot tea with honey and Amish drama. The Midwestern dream.
In other news, my in-laws are coming tomorrow.
Pray for me?