After last weekend, I officially hate my bedroom.
I'm over it. [well, I'm not] but I am over being sick already.
I did manage to score these Friday night.
Yay me! Then the Pita & Peanut left for a daddy daughter night. Boo me! And I got to watch chick flicks with this guy:
[super] weird because, I don't typically let him in my room. The Pita later told me something about dogs can sense when someone is dying so that's why he wanted to be with me. awesome.
So Sunday night came. I thought I was feeling a lot better so we turned on the jukebox. The song that kept coming to mind: Get up offa that thing . . . .and dance til you feel better. [fail]
[in my case . . . . ]
Get up offa that thing and dance till you [have such a bad coughing fit that] you are dry-heaving.
I don't have time for this:
25 days until Top of Utah Marathon
39 days till "Man against Horse" 50 miler
Heaven Help me. :)