With Phoebe hitting the big catnippy cloud in the great beyond my days have been a little less fun than I had hoped leading up to the big 2-9. Case in point - I arrived at work yesterday with a slight tickle in my throat. By the time I was done at the hairdressers (they surgically removed 80% of the poundage that was my hair and colored it a nice dark brown - au natural!) I was miserable and coughing all over my newly arrived from NC hubby.
A kindly Dr. visit and two prescriptions later I arrive home and go to bed. I have a viral/bacterial infection. JOY. Now, since my new job entails me spending 90% of my working hours on the phone screening references for employment I am wary of any infection in my throat. Not to mention it hurts! Ugh.
So, yeah, I'm being kicked while I'm down.
To make matters more complicated, my tabulating expertise is needed at a local pageant tomorrow. Harry's going to go with me. Mainly because he has no choice and hopefully because he loves me enough to not leave me in a room full of skinny people for too long - who knows? I may get hungry and eat one!
Oh - and we saw "Superbad" - it was crass and full of questionable joke material so - of course - we loved it!
Even though I wasn't feeling very social this evening - we still managed to meet the most peculiar little fellow at dinner tonight. He didn't say much but he was very unassuming- his name is Rollllland. :)