Sunday, September 22, 2013


So, Friday I was feeling sort of weak and blamed it on my low carb intake. That night we enjoyed our rom-com marathon and even threw in a third movie, It's a Disaster (streaming on Netflix - I recommend it), but that whole day I was just Saturday morning I woke up achy, coughing, sneezing and generally miserable. I inherited the wicked cold that previously belonged to Flavio, so basically the weekend looked like this:

Except there were a lot more tissues and the accompanying cacophonous soundtrack of me hacking and whining - We were supposed to go to our friends' for a bacon-wrapped-scallops dinner party on Saturday and hang out at Heights Tavern for football Sunday, and I was vocally bitter about not being able to do the fun things we had planned. I hate the way being sick slows you down. Wahh! Anyway, the convalescence wasn't all bad. Flav brought me cheery yellow roses and I got some good couch time in. I ate a ton of The Best Chicken Soup...Ever, snuggled with my two faves, watched a whole lot of movies, and slept and slept. I think I'm on the mend. I'm not calling in sick tomorrow, so hopefully I wake up sniffle free.

PS: My fear of Calling In Sick

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