Never lick on a three year old!

During the last few days, I have bee able to publish a couple of posts, even though I have been sick as a dog with the flu. I hope that I have not been to incohorent doing that.

Yesterday, I woke up hearing the dreaded wake- up alarm from my cellphone. I was supposed to go out at an exercice with the rapid response military unit I belong to. It was a big no-no!

I SMS:d my second in command and told him that I could'nt make it; and immediatly after, fell asleep again.

Four houors laterI was once again woken up. This time from the ringsignal of my cellphone, which I had plastered to my ear. I tumbeled out of my bed, discovered that I was completly blind, paniced and ran in to the wall.

Blood dripping from my nose, feverisly trying to claw open my eyes, glued to gether with eye-snot; I made it as far as the bathroom, where I splashed some water at my face before returning to the bedroom- once again passing out.

A couple of hours later I woke up once again. Lying on my back, I looked down towards my feet and discovered that I had become pregnant. At least that was what it looked like. My bladder was the ziece of a basket ball.

I kid you not! It took me almost 10 minutes to relieve myself.

The moral of the story would be:
Do not get kids, and if you do, do not put them in public childcare. And if you do; never ever lick on them!