Friday, November 5, 2010

Don't worry, though. I'll live.

I don't want to exaggerate here, but I'm slogging through what amounts to the most horrific cold ever to grace my phlegm-filled nasal passages.  I'm hacking up fluid, my ears crackle when I attempt to blow my completely plugged nose, and these crazy Nyquil dreams are really freaking me out.

Don't worry, though.  I'll live.

This morning, I held 4 different tan colored socks in my hand.  None of them matched.

After franticaly searching through clean laundry bins (and, in the interest of full disclosure, my bedroom floor) this is how I ended up going to work today:

Don't worry, though.  I'll live.

I have to work late next week.  ON MY BIRTHDAY. 

Don't worry, though.  I'll live.  Probably.

When I'm unsure about my future survival, I remember this:

Oh yeah.  I'll live.


Jessica said...

Holy crap! Bug hit the mother-load with the Halloween candy. I guess that happens when you are adorable.

Oh, and sorry you're sick. :(

Kris said...


That's actually the bowl of candy at my parent's house for trick-or-treaters. While it looks like she's chowing down, poor Bug got zero pieces. Such is the trauma of being a one year old.

Liv said...

Maybe if she'd let YOU eat the candy, you'd feel better. Poor dear mommy.

The Rookie said...

There is everything splendid in that final photo. Chocolate and your sweet baby girl = Heaven!