I had this for lunch today.
I also drank 3 of these.
And I'm cuddled up with these.
I don't make a habit of being friends with any of these 3 things.
Chicken and Stars soup is reserved only for days such as this. I don't even really like it that much....it is just how I roll at times such as this.
And then the water. Gag. Water makes me nauseous. But I'm trying to be a good girl and drink up.
And don't even get me started on the Kleenexes. I don't care how much aloe and soft stuff you pump into tissue...there is nothing fun about swabbing your nose with what soon feels like sandpaper.
I hate being sick.
I feel like a hippo is rolling around inside the ole' cranium, and that Victoria Falls has relocated its beauty to Nostrils Numero Uno and Numero Dos. And it ain't so purty anymore.
But what may be worse than being sick is that I gots me places to be this weekend.
And I don't really have time in my schedule to be sick. Like not even 5 minutes.
Because these guys:
Yep. My beloved Hogs. Are playing these guys:
And I'm supposed to be there. Looking all cute while I scream "Woo Pig Sooie." And rolling my eyes at the husband as he tries to cheer for both the Hogs and the Rebels (he went to Ole Miss for a stint...but I still love him anyway).
So I'm holding my breath. Hoping that I'll heal up soon so that I can jet off wearing my red and white and cheer my Razorbacks on to a much-deserved win after that travesty that was last week's game.
And I'm drinking water. Blech. And eating stars. Ick.
And stuffing Kleenexes up both nostrils so that I don't drip all over my keyboard.