I have graciously received a wonderful head cold. I realized this while trying to do a breathing exercise during yoga last night. To be honest, I am not surprised. It was bound to happen at some point. I’m actually more surprised that it took this long. This is what I get for not letting my body rest. For working 8 hours a day, spending 2 hours a day in traffic and then coming home and working until I go to bed. I feel like I have been hit by a truck, and the beauty is, I have no time to be sick, like always. Ryan is finishing up the trim work today and I have going to clean the entire house of pine needles and saw dust. Then tomorrow I have to cook some dishes for a wonderful early Christmas dinner with friends, and the In-Laws are visiting on Sunday, which you know means I want everything to be perfect in the house, even though it is very likely that nothing will end up being perfect.
To go along with my sick face I have decided to reinstate Lesbian Fridays. Not really sure why I ever stopped participating in Lesbian Fridays, considering how fun they are. Lesbian Fridays consist of sleeping in, wearing no make up and dressing yourself in boyish jeans and plaid with a horribly messy bun.
Now, picture this. Lesbian Friday + sick man voice = the original man repeller.
Chad is the luckiest man I know.