Hallefreakinlujah

The planets have aligned, and by that I am referring to Planets Flu and Slacker. Thanks to the most brilliantly timed bout of illness with which I've ever honestly been afflicted, I shall not be slogging through the damp woods with The Dreaded Alexa and my mortal enemy, Mullet Woman. I will not be sullying a perfectly good Brett Favre cap in an effort to keep the ticks out of my hair. I will not be flirting with double pneumonia given the forecast for constant rain and/or snow--and the best part is that, perhaps just by benefit of being mine, my daughter doesn't care.

"If you ask me, a night-time girl scout scavenger hunt is just a recipe for disaster anyway," she justifies, unnecessarily, either because she knows I didn't want to go or because she really didn't either. I am never going to get credit for my willingness, could procure a doctor's excuse from each of my specialists and still be thought a faker: my reputation as the non-participatory scouting mom is just that solid. But, small price to pay for staying warm and dry and avoiding the siren song of motherly martyrdom.

"Maybe on Saturday we could to the movies and to our favorite Chinese restaurant instead," she suggests.

That's my girl; how I love her. And despite fever and cough or possible contagion, we will most definitely be there. Some sacrifices are worth it.