Summary via Nyquil
A weeks summary whilst on Nyquil and other happy cold drugs:
Monday: Dress shopping while PMSing...bad idea. Wedding Dress shopping while PMSing...OMG horrible idea...bad bad bad. Say a novena for my poor boy's sainthood. I think he was ready to kill me, he showed fine restraint. We rung in New Year with buds and board games. Jes drank a lot of brandy...presumably to forget the train wreck of that morning.
Tuesday: New Years brunch at horrid buffet place with blood on the walls...no joke. Also went ring shopping. We now both have rings for the impending ceremony. Neither of which broke the bank or will turn our fingers funny colors. Mine's all silver with some sparkly bling. His is made out of some crazy strong metal that even his kind of work won't scratch and dent...I can't remember what at this point..erg...nyquil fog.
Wednesday: Went and paid my speeding ticket. *$%@%$@ made me pay the court costs...even though it never went to court. I went to the gym and was a very, very good girl. I did six miles on the bike and a mile and a half on the treadmill. (I did twenty laps in the pool the other day!). I harrassed them to get my trainer to call and set up dates and times. Worked that night and it was deader than dead. Made Potato, Bacon, and Mushroom Chowder. It was the yummy.
Thursday: Realized I'm trading libraries next week and raced around trying to get everything done. Wrote two articles, realized I had myself down for two meetings that weren't until next week. Started getting a headache which had progressed to stabbing pain in my sinus cavity by the time I got home. Curled up on couch and had boy bring me Afrin and tea.
Friday: Woke up with cotton ball head. Thought about calling in to work. Realized there were things I needed to tie up still before next week's switch. Took Afrin and pain killer and felt a modicum better. Got through day. Went to Hockey game with friends. We lost 3 to 4. Esta the suck...they just weren't on it tonight. Tonight was the first game they'd lost in 7 games though. Can't complain too much. Currently can't breathe through nose. One is dripping and one feels like I have a giant cotton swab stuck up it. The sore throat is starting too. Heh...time for Nyquil and a nap.
Tommorrow: Dress shopping. I must get this wedding together. now. oh. my. god.