2004-11-28 @ 2:44 p.m.
"Well, her father was a booger nose, and her mother was a booger nose, so really we don't expect any less from her in that regard...."
I actually made a daycare teacher do a spit take with that one.
Me and mucus, we are friends.
I have a chest cold. It's making me lose my voice and makes everyone who speaks to me feel terrifically sorry for me.
It doesn't hurt.
I am more than almost sure that something that resembles chicken fat is in my chest sapping me of all my vocal powers.
More than almost sure because I coughed something similar to that up on Friday morning.
You are welcome for that visual.
So I feel okay, but I am really congested beyond belief.
I am reading Bridget Jones Diary..(nope I haven't. Nope not the movie either.) and it's really pissing me off. I have a big problem identifying with anyone silly enough to be on her own ass constantly about weight loss when her listed weight hovers around 126. Whatever. I think I don't like her, I don't think she deserves Colin Firth or Hugh Grant.
It's really busy at work, so my updates will be on the light side. Like Fridays. But I will make them count.
Cause I love you all.