Definitely not feeling in the pink today. Allergies are high now that the 70’s have arrived and the trees think it is Spring. It’s been 48 hours of moaning and groaning that I’m going to die. Normally Tommy would be home today but I think he went in to work just so he could get away from my sniffling, whining self.
I should probably just drag the little camper out into the desert and wait it out. I am annoyed that the sun is shining and everyone is chipper. But then I was annoyed by the Super Bowl that sucked along with the half time show that sucked, I mean what kind of penal facility did Adam Levine go to in order to get those tats? The entire thing was sad, even the commercials. So we watched Game of Thrones Season 1.
After a few hours of declaring my imminent death, Tommy made me a hot toddy. The first one had way too much lemon juice, the second one didn’t have enough honey and the third one I just drank because I felt like I was pushing my luck! And he did pop over to La Baguette and brought me French Onion Soup and a few little macarons.
So now I’m going to finish my tea and go back to sleep. Why do fevers make you so sleepy? Lucky for me I have an endless supply of tea and received two books in the mail, so I won’t complain. (We all know that’s a lie.)