I am not going to go into detail about the annoying issue I have going on with my body, but it is horrid, weird, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
Just pity me.
I have my own story. Our loveseat is a hideous mess, so I bought a brown slipcover, and also a purple pet protector. I washed them both, heard the dryer got off, and asked Scott if he would, and I quote, "put them on the loveseat".
If you know me, you know I never call into work. I never leave sick. I tough it out.
But yeah....I didn't make it today. I laid on my back and yelled and whined.
It got better the longer the day went.
Rebecca came and put up the outside lights and my classy flamingo.
The day was cool, I just couldn't sleep. At 1am I am Snapchatting people.
LOOOONG overwhelming day.
When I say I spent 88% of the day in the chair, I spent 88% of the day in the chair. I slept until after 10, the Nyquil kicked my butt. I sat down, started a movie, watched it. I did some laundry, dusted, then right back in the chair.
I worked today. Boo.
Scott ran errands for me. I have a mysterious gift under the tree. I keep eyeballing it trying to figure it out.
I don't remember asking to anything in a medium sized box.
Went early to Leesville, then onto work.
I texted Rebecca and told her that I was having the worst seven days ever, I haven't seen Lily since the 6th, and I really needed a picture of her.
And then I melted from happiness:
So we have reached the point of the blog where I share pics I either stole from Facebook or on the web.
I enjoy sports, binge watching TV, food, reading, and slightly bearded men.