Tussinex is wicked stuff, I say. I dozed on and off all afternoon yesterday, slept hard as a rock lastnight, and am feeling a leeeetle bit hungover right now. (In person I’m slurring my words, walking into walls, and tripping over invisible objects on the floor.) Huh? Wha?
Somebody come help me stay upright today, I have to stand in formation or something and get pinned. That actually sounds a little fun, doesn’t it? (Getting pinned) It probably would be if I didn’t feel like crud. As much as I was dreading today all week, right now I’m wishing I weren’t so sick so I could feel as honored as I am for getting any kind of recognition for hanging out to take care of the homefront while Hubby was off being G.I. Joe in a Where’s Waldo sortof sea of desert cammies.
Pardon my run on sentence this morning, I know it’s there, I really do, I just can’t think of how to fix it at the moment.
So while I’m off with my magnifying glass today trying to locate the guy I married (literally, it’s like playing Where’s Waldo! I kid you not. Those of you who know, know.), please enjoy yourself with this hilarious giraffe. I’ve been saving him for a special occasion!
(As many times as you want, just for fun!)