Saturday, January 24, 2009


The reservations. The dinner. The babysitter. The going out after dinner. The drinking and dancing. The cocktails. All cancelled.

Instead, I will be sitting my sick ass at home eating thawed-out leftover soup and coughing and trying to keep my head from exploding and covering my walls with phlegm.

And the four-year-old? She doesn't understand what "Mommy is sick" means, apparently. I want to crawl in a hole and die.


Badger said...

Well, crap. That sucks. The good news is that if it's a virus and not allergies, maybe it'll go away sometime before, you know, MARCH.

Feel better soon, you!

Sinda said...

Oh no - that DOES suck! I'm so sorry. At least you have fabulous hair, though. Does that help?

Feel better soon...

My word verification is "subcube" which seems fitting.