Forget Chicken Soup, Bring on the Candy!

We are still experiencing the plague around here.

I am not sure when it will end.

I have not left my house but once since Thursday night.

I have no idea if my car will still start.

A sweet friend brought us some much needed Coke yesterday.

She pulled up, lovingly placed them on my back steps, and ran back to her car.

She didn't even take the time to retrieve the cash I left her in the door.

I think she was afraid she might catch it.

I would be scared too.

A few minutes later my doorbell rang.

I thought my friend changed her mind and was going to just chance it and visit.

No, it was another familiar face.

Nana.

And she was holding something in her outstretched hands.

Visions of chicken soup and homemade bread danced in my head.

I cracked the door.

Yes? I am not sure you want to come in, we have the plague."

Making her way in anyway she said, " Yes I heard that you have all been sick. I brought you a little something"

I waited with eager anticipation at what was in the bag.

She was kidding right?

Candy bars?

Maybe she misunderstood.

Maybe she missed the part about the vomit and uncontrollable diarrhea.

Maybe just maybe she knew something about the medicinal uses of candy bars.

And then she asked to use my bathroom.

What?

I would probably go to ANY bathroom in town except mine.

I can't even imagine the germs multiplying in there.

I came *this* close to telling her to just use the urinal on my front steps.

I behaved.

I opened the door to the bathroom and let her in.

I guess when she has the plague next week I will know exactly what to take her to make it better.