To use one of my favorite Mike Mabie phrases, I feel like crap in a crap basket. I don't think I have ever had the flu. Sure, a bad cold, but the flu? Not so much. Fever, chills, a cough that doesn't quit, and a snot box that is chock-a-block, it sucks! I have been parked on the couch since noon on Tuesday. I tried to make it through the work day on Tuesday, but I failed, miserably. And I'm glad I did because once I got home, shit escalated, quickly.Things I have been doing on my sick days:
1. Catching up on my DVR'd stories....Gossip Girl, Family Guy, SNL, My Boys, etc. "Episode 420" of Family Guy is one of the best I've seen in awhile. Unfortunately, laughing triggers massive coughing. But it was worth it.
2. Making a list of possible future blog post ideas. My 2009 goal of posting 2 to 3 times each week hasn't quite happened. What can I say? I need to lead a more intriguing existence. I did have an interesting exchange happen the other night at the George & Dragon. Not blog appropriate. Ask me about it and I will divulge.
3. Found out what QHT and ICBYASOODTH mean, courtesy of Casey. QHT = quality hang time. ICBYASOODTH = I can't believe you are sick on our day to hang. I was really looking forward to hanging out with Casey and Kim today, as it is a sometimes Wednesday tradition, but alas. Maybe next week?
4. Organizing my scrap stuff for Scrap Fest 2009 that is going to go down this weekend in Chelan. Colleen, Gina, and I are going to get our scrap on this Saturday at a store in Chelan. Crossing my fingers for sunshine. And looking forward to a weekend out of town.
5. Assaulting Frank with love and affection. He isn't used to having me lounge around on the couch all day in a pool of my own filthy tissues. He is a little freaked out right now. He's pacing.
6. Wondering where I can get myself one of those "Your Hummer Sucks" bumper stickers. I am usually not one for car art, but that one? That one I can stand behind.
7. Checking out that guy in downtown Ballard with the eye patch and the crazy ZZ-top-esque beard. Living in Ballard, you see quite the plethora of crusty maritime men, this particular sea man was on the crustier side. Almost like a barnicle. How does one end up with an eye patch anyway? I want details. Was it from a crazy fishing accident where a fish hook swung back at him and snagged him on the eye ball?
Random sick day thoughts.........:
1. Russell Crowe? Not attractive. Not since Gladiator anyway. He looks much better with short hair.
2. Those women on Real Housewives of New York City? Crazy. Kelly bugs, big time.
3. Can someone cough so hard their lungs bleed?
4. I need a tan. Badly. Would it be too Hulk Hogan of me to purchase my own personal sun bed?
5. Speaking of Hulk Hogan, my arms are totally ripped! If I could only get rid of this 1/2 inch fat layer covering these wicked pythons, then we'd have something.
6. "Sick" smell is gross. Laying around the house all day in your own vapors is nasty.
7. How does one "wet nurse" a bunny? Casey--can you ask Jamie about this and get back to me? Thanks.
3 comments:
Hope you are feeling better for Scrappin'.
Not sure about coughing until your lungs bleed, but I heard smoking 4 Clove cigaretts in a row will do the trick.
Sorry to hear you've been sick Jess! I hope you feel better in time for your scrap weekend.
Didn't Gina smoke four clove ciggie's once? At least you didn't share the size of the solid snot coming out of your nose. Jarred and I have shared the snotty nose sickness and while I've kept the gross items that came out of me private, he's all about sharing and showing.
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