So I've been sick over the last few days. I caught this nasty devil cold from my dear sweet nephew & therefore cannot be horrible about it. The devil cold hit me on Monday night when I was tutoring a student. All of a sudden, my nose became Niagra Falls. Ugh. I ended up staying home from work today because of it, giving me a much-needed excuse to linger in bed until 1:30 pm. That's right, I said PM, kids. My lazy self will sleep late whenever I can & it's been slim pickins lately.
The upside to being sick is that people will take care of you. And by people, I mean the new boyfriend, who probably thinks I'm nuts after seeing me all wacked out on cold medicine last night. But being the dear sweet boy he is, he braved my plague germs & came over last night to celebrate my birthday a few days late. He brought these items (in no particular order): a container of chicken noodle soup, a container of chicken broccoli pasta (both from Neillio's), a bottle of Pinot Noir, a box of cookies from Lakota Bakery, and my birthday present, which was a framed picture that he took. I've said it once & I'll say it again - the man takes good care of me. :)
Oh, and before I forget: HAPPY 8-MONTH BIRTHDAY, BABY W!!! May you always be this enthralled by watching a balloon. Actually, I take that back. If you were 35 & still staring at balloons this way, we might have problems. ;)