I get it. I do.
The joke's on me.
I wrote this post just yesterday, praising my Magoo's resilience and adaptable ways.
Smugly being delighted in how 'easy' the transition from Oz to Eire has been with him.
Revelling in his comfort and happiness here.
Today, Magoo has chicken pox.
Ha ha ha.
That's the punch line. Get it?
Magoo has chi.cken. pox.
I've never been overly superstitious, but motherhood is trying to sway me.You know, when you tell your girlfriend how well bub has been sleeping - and spend that entire night trying to lull them into some form of slumber.
When you stupidly think to yourself that you haven't seen the inside of a doctor's surgery for what feels like ages - and then spend the night in ED with a feverish little one.
When you dare to think or say something along the lines of "toilet training is going so much better than I expected" and enjoy the delights of feacal matter adorning the house for the next two days.
When you write a smart alec post about Magoo's wonderful Irish lifestyle and spend the next morning apologising to your cousins and praying that their children won't join yours in 'Spottyville'. At least not until you've left the country and won't have to witness it!!
Magoo has been a spotted champ and if it were not for the cute little pox all over his body I wouldn't have a clue he is poorly.
And now that will also turn on it's head once I send this into cyberspace!
Now that I think of it, there have been a lot of black cats around here lately.
|No need for that, Magoo!! You're still beautiful!|