I hab a code. My Hubs gabe it to be.
For our anniversary. Because he loves me…it’s the gift that keeps on giving, really….
He’s a giver…
Actually, I blame the spread of this particular disease at least partly on Bambi-Lou as she encouraged me to properly thank my Husband for the new Bling he got for me. I should have listened to Red’s advice:
Me: I got new sparkles!
Red: Sweet! What did you get him?
Red: You didn’t get him a gift?
Red: Damn girl.
Me: Yeahhhhh….think I should do that thing he likes??
Red: Ew. Is it more than 2 karats?
Red: Then just eww.
But I didn’t, I listened to Miss Perky Pants. And caught a damn cold. Thanks Bambi…
Geesh, it wasn’t even his birthday. What the hell was I thinking???? I was seduced by glittery diamonds and a cute boy with an impish smile. I’m such a friggin’ pushover….
So. What to do about this damn elephant sitting on my chest? And the cockleburr stuck in my throat? And the goo oozing so attractively from my nose???
Tell ya what I won’t do, I won’t take anymore Musinex. Tried that Tuesday night and had the leg jitters all night long. Spent the entire night fighting off imaginary bugs and twitching like a crack ho’…not fun.
Chai tea and Puffs are my friends.
The worst part??? CANT. SMOOCH. THE. BABY. And since she’s moving with her Momma into their own place this weekend, no smooches really really REALLY SUCKS. I need to be stocking up on Peanut kisses…
I was going to get some disposable mask things from the pharmacy but apparently those terrify her so….
Somebody make me chicken soup. With rice. And little pieces of carrots.