So yeah, still feeling like garbage... along with a shaky-gonna-pass-out-at-any-moment feeling. But here I am at work. I am just too darned responsible to miss three days in a row if I am not being cut open.
Dave has been so cute. Asking me if I wanted anything at 12:30pm last night.
"Do you want ice cream to help your throat? I will run to the store and get you some... medicine???"
How cute is that. He is such a fuzzy little darling. Poor dear, hasn't been getting much sleep with all my coughing and throat clearing.
And he is a smart little bear too! He got 3.8 gpa this semester- straight A's. I told him that if he did, we would go celebrate at Carabas which is this amazing restaurant in town. Hopefully I will be feeling better by tonight or tomorrow. I can't stand being sick on the weekends.
I went through the painstaking process of renewing my car registration yesterday. It is funny how things like that stress me out. I totally dread waiting in lines. I have no patience at all. I know this is really something that I need to work on.
Isn't my life interesting? The most interesting things I can find to write about are me being sick, my husbands grades and registering my car. Pathetic.