Friday, May 29, 2009

Wish You Could Forget

Or at least you will wish you could forget by the time I'm done with you. Buwahahah! (Oh, wait, I take back the "Buwahahah" - yes, you know who you are)

I've decided that our bodies have a sense of humor, or at least take up hobbies. Mine has one right now. It's overtime on making mucous. Oh, so lovely - I think I've gone through 3 boxes of tissues (with the lotion of course) in the last 5 days - and I'm not exaggerating which is out of character for me. So here it is. I've decided that trying to breathe while your body thinks there's nothing cooler than making snot is like trying to breathe through a straw filled with pudding. Yeah, kind of makes me want to throw up just thinking about it, but that's how it feels to me. I personally have another reason for thinking my body has a sense of humor, but I think about half of you (the guys) out there would be horrified, so I'll leave it alone. Maybe that was enough to scare the pants off you.

I'd say last but not least, but there's only time for two.

Shield your eyes.

It may hurt.

Prepare for the burn.

Whew. I'm glad that's over. Now that you're scared senseless and crying on the floor. I hope you have a great weekend. We're going to have a barbecue with Erik's coworkers tonight, so I'll be using the rest of the weekend to recuperate. (Eating ice cream and putting my feet up)

1 comment:


oh i hope u feel better!