Woke up Saturday morning feeling snuffly.
Today, worse still. I figured a cup of hot coffee and a hot shower would help.
Yesterday, my plan was to pretend that I wasn’t sick and maybe I wouldn’t notice that I was. You know, sort of a mind-over-matter deal.
Matter is far superior to my mind, apparently.
Today I didn’t even try. I am sick, and golly, I give up.
The Man thought maybe ice cream and girl scout cookies (of which we seem to have acquired like 9 boxes) would cheer me up. However, I cannot taste anything at the moment. I decided that it would be a terrible thing to waste cookies and ice cream, so I ate some raw broccoli instead. It was not good. I thought that maybe the fact that I couldn’t taste it would make it more palatable.
I flipped through the pottery barn catalog. That is never a good idea for me. I get a LOT of ideas. A. Lot. Anyway, somehow, I came across something and it reminded me that I had these antique suitcases in the basement. I bought them in Maine at an antiques/junk store one summer probably close to twenty years ago.
So I dug them out and dusted them off and stuck them in the family room. I think they fill the space perfectly.
Then I decided to put some music on.
Did I mention that my birthday was on Saturday? (That was the day I woke up with the snuffles.) Well, for my birthday The Man got me this fancy Bose speaker thing. Boy does it sound nice.
So anyway, I put on the music. It is just amazing what a little music can do for your mood. I know you want to know what I listened to.
Ice Ice Baby.
I do not kid.
(That is actually the only song of Vanilla Ice’s that I know.)
((And probably the only song I would like.))
Don’t hate me because I am so cool.