I’m gonna let you in on a little drinkypoo I created for my allergies – drop a couple Benadryl into a shot of Nyquil. Nighty night.

@Alice: Thanks for the tip. Unfortunately, I have neither Benadryl nor Nyquil handy. Would mixing Coke Zero and 1% Milk do the same thing?

Sorry you’re sick! That’s my least favorite part about being home sick, too – boredom. It wouldn’t be so bad if being home with nothing to do was amazingly fun…

ryc: You know, as my parents and sister were stretching out their arms for cupcakes, I dove in front of them and shouted “No! Kevin loves all things peanut butter, you mustn’t eat them all!” But they didn’t listen.

If you’re comfortable e-mailing me your address, I’ll make more this week and mail you some. I can’t promise what condition they’ll arrive in, but I’ll do my best to get some more made this week and shipped off to you by the weekend.

I plan on altering the recipe a bit, too, and making it peanut-butter fudge frosting instead of just plain chocolate. It will be better.

I believe the Coke/Milk combo is only for when you’re out of Syrup of Ipecac and just ate rat poison.

@Angi: Thanks. If staying home sick was actually fun, I might do it every day. But alas, it is not.

Oh well, at least you tried. I hope your parents and sister at least felt guilty while they ate all of the peanut butter cupcake goodness. Yes, I hope the guilt ate at them (much like they ate all the cupcakes).

I think emailing you my address is probably safe since we’ve been corresponding via blogs for…oh, 2+ years now. Just be sure not to sell my address to those junk mail people.

Peanut-butter fudge frosting sounds delicious even as I sit hit dying from some unknown ailment. Imagine how good it will sound once/if I’m healthy again.

@Alice: Did I not mention I’d just eaten rat poison? It must’ve slipped my mind. By chance, do you think the rat poison has anything to do with how I’m feeling?

Well…they did have the shifty, guilt-ridden eyes while they were eating. I think my dad mumbled something about hoping you didn’t find out.

Gosh it has been 2+ years now. **Takes a moment to reminisce about Xanga and how much she despised it**

And don’t worry. I’ll only sell your address for an extremely high price (at LEAST a Franklin) and I’ll be sure to give you at least 10% of the profits…

I was beginning to wonder why you never responded to my email. I thought maybe you had left the house without your manners.

Hope you start feeling better soon.

Sorry you’re sick. You can always sleep; that takes care of massive chunks of the day AND since sleeping is good for sick people it’s guilt-free!

I doubt if you have bird flu, though. It’s much more likely you have discovered a new disease. It would be fun to think up a name for it, even if it is deadly. Kevinitis or something. Hey, that could entertain you while you lay dying of the twin perils of *unknown disease* and boredom–see how many names you can invent.

ryc: Nice job being Devil’s Advocate. I suppose he could have been doing any of those things but unless he was selling ice cream, he should not have been there in the ice cream van. Imagine what children in passing cars might think to see the ice cream truck parked there. Especially because the store is painted pink.

Kev, when you die, can I have your blog? Seriously, hope you feel better soon. This can’t be easy on you if you’ve hardly ever called in sick before. You’ve had no practice in the art of being a slug for a few days. Get back to work!