Poxy

Way back in primary school, the derogatory word of choice in my set was 'poxy'. "That tshirt is so poxy, Mum, I can't wear it."

This week, I've been using poxy all the time. We brought chicken pox home from New Zealand with us. My darling daughter has gone from her usual 'I don't want to go to school' whinge to 'I want to go to school' instead.

This too shall pass, but in the meantime it's very annoying. We
went for a bike ride earlier today, hoping to exercise without infection. I figure the sun was shining strongly enough to kill any poxy germs anyway.



In my spare time, I got a quilty idea, and actually acted on it. Only cutting today, but who knows what tomorrow may bring.