when we last left our... wait, what was i saying?
i have a cold. saturday night it hit me like a freight train. invest in puffs people, because i've already gone through two boxes.
but i should start at the beginning.
friday was my husband's 30th birthday. finally, for 5 short years we are once more in the same decade. i would be lying if i didn't say it was hard to be 35 with a 29 year old husband. i felt almost cougarish. it was a great time, and some far away friends (although not all, sadness) were able to make it. it was good to see people, and to celebrate his birthday.
saturday i went shopping with laura, and had a great time. bought too much. stimulating the economy. that's right. by the time i came home though, i had started feeling sniffly. scott and carrie came back over and we hung out (and by hung out, i mean were tortured by american idol) - by the time 8pm came around i was passed out around a pillow on the couch. i was ushered to bed shortly thereafter.
sunday i was a couch potato thanks to chris (who, for those following along at home, is my nominee for best husband of the year) and just relaxed and recovered. which was good, considering i at the earliest parts of the day felt so weak i couldn't pick up alex without a good deal of effort. i was fairly pitiful. :P
today i am still pitiful, but happier. in fact, happier than i have been in a long time. and yes, i have a small pit of dread when i say that because the fatalist in me says "DO NOT JINX YOURSELF" but i'm going to just go with it. weee.
but i should start at the beginning.
friday was my husband's 30th birthday. finally, for 5 short years we are once more in the same decade. i would be lying if i didn't say it was hard to be 35 with a 29 year old husband. i felt almost cougarish. it was a great time, and some far away friends (although not all, sadness) were able to make it. it was good to see people, and to celebrate his birthday.
saturday i went shopping with laura, and had a great time. bought too much. stimulating the economy. that's right. by the time i came home though, i had started feeling sniffly. scott and carrie came back over and we hung out (and by hung out, i mean were tortured by american idol) - by the time 8pm came around i was passed out around a pillow on the couch. i was ushered to bed shortly thereafter.
sunday i was a couch potato thanks to chris (who, for those following along at home, is my nominee for best husband of the year) and just relaxed and recovered. which was good, considering i at the earliest parts of the day felt so weak i couldn't pick up alex without a good deal of effort. i was fairly pitiful. :P
today i am still pitiful, but happier. in fact, happier than i have been in a long time. and yes, i have a small pit of dread when i say that because the fatalist in me says "DO NOT JINX YOURSELF" but i'm going to just go with it. weee.