I’m busy, busy, dreadfully busy
You’ve no idea what I have to do.
Busy, busy,
shockingly busy
Much, much too busy for you.
- “Busy”, Veggie Tales

This morning, laying in bed.  We are swaddled in sheets, trying to steal just another moment of snuggling.

Me: You know, Bryan, one day.. one day, we’re going to have an entire day to just lay in bed.

Bryan: And a unicorn.

Me: And I’ll be a size 2.

Bryan: And I’ll have a 12 inch penis.

Me: Someday..

cue alarm

“‘I cannot go to school today,’
said little Peggy Ann McKay.
‘I have the measles and the mumps,
a rash, a gash, and purple bumps.’”
- Sick, Shel Silverstein

I am back at work today.  I thought this justified a parade and a key from the mayor, but in reality, people are just saying, “Oh, thank God you’re back.  This hasn’t gotten done since you’ve been gone.”

People aren’t even taking the time to notice my shirt, which disappoints me greatly.  It says “NOTHING TIPS LIKE A COW” and has a picture of Wisconsin on it.  It’s the ideal redneck shirt.  I love it.  It almost takes my fever away.

Bryan is leaving to go out of town again tomorrow.  Such is the life of the successful businessman. 

I’m sure I started several posts at home, but I don’t remember what they were about or why I started them.  I really HATED being home, believe it or not.  I felt lazy, got bored quickly, and just generally frustrated myself.  I had a long list of things to get done while I was home (wash the car, mow the lawn, organize the closets), but did none of them.  None.  The lawn now looks like a jungle.  I really meant to get that done last night, but last night was lost.

Bryan came home, took one look at me, and called our stage manager to say I couldn’t go to rehearsal.  I felt horrible, missing two rehearsals the week before move-in and I kept saying, “I’ve done shows when I’m sicker than this.”  Of course, Bryan is a genious, and reminded me that NOW is the time to be sick.. before we hit stage.  That way, I won’t have to do a show sicker than I am now.

Tonight, my mother and I are wandering over to David’s Bridal to ::gasp:: buy a dress.  I would be freaking out, but I’m on so many medicines that I couldn’t feel the freak out anyhow.  The good news is that I haven’t eaten anything substantial since Friday, so I should fit into a smaller gown.  We have to take our victories where we can.

I friggin HATE this heat.  HATE IT.  There’s nothing worse than having a fever when it’s already 101 outside.  It’s too hot to blow dry my hair, so you can imagine what a rat’s nest it is today.  Thank god for fake hair. 

This has been a very dull, depressing post.  I apologize.  I will be more cheery later on today.