A Strange Series of Events
Thursday: Met up with some old friends, one in particular that I had not seen in a long time, had the best night I've had in a very long time. Plus, the barkeep kept giving me tropical orgasms all night.
Friday: Enjoyed Deli Dave's for my friend's last night before the diet from "child-bearing bliss" and had some laughs thanks to Cartman and his love of cats.
Saturday: Cleaned for 12 hours straight. Scrubbed, scrubbed, and scrubbed as much hair and dirt as I could at the kennel.My fever started.
Sunday: Had a wonderful open house for the kennel. I was totally exhausted from cleaning the day before and getting there early to clean some more. The aching got worse.
Monday: Forced myself to work with a cough and dizzy spells. Missed dinner so not to dare get Grandpa sick. Bought *Little Dorrit* to figure out what the heck happened in the end of that epic miniseries.
Tuesday: Again forced myself to work. Found out there were multiple endings to Wolverine. Went to the kennel where I wanted to split my head open from the pain. Jumped for joy when the meeting was canceled.
Wednesday: SLEPT ALL DAY! Pills are good.
Thursday: Work. Again. Did it as fast as I could and went back to bed. Ran to town to finish some errands. Slept. Decided that I needed to share.
So yeah, some week.
Oh, and FYI - for anyone who cares - the Swine Flu (aka Mexican Flu, aka North American Influenza, aka H1N1) is not named for the animal in which it originated, nor for the wonderful pork products it produces. I personally think it's named the Swine Flue because of all the wonderful noises you make while trying to breath with all this crud in your nose. Not that I have the actual strain of H1N1, but it's my theory and I'm sticking to it. And my fever has nothing to do with it!
Friday: Enjoyed Deli Dave's for my friend's last night before the diet from "child-bearing bliss" and had some laughs thanks to Cartman and his love of cats.
Saturday: Cleaned for 12 hours straight. Scrubbed, scrubbed, and scrubbed as much hair and dirt as I could at the kennel.My fever started.
Sunday: Had a wonderful open house for the kennel. I was totally exhausted from cleaning the day before and getting there early to clean some more. The aching got worse.
Monday: Forced myself to work with a cough and dizzy spells. Missed dinner so not to dare get Grandpa sick. Bought *Little Dorrit* to figure out what the heck happened in the end of that epic miniseries.
Tuesday: Again forced myself to work. Found out there were multiple endings to Wolverine. Went to the kennel where I wanted to split my head open from the pain. Jumped for joy when the meeting was canceled.
Wednesday: SLEPT ALL DAY! Pills are good.
Thursday: Work. Again. Did it as fast as I could and went back to bed. Ran to town to finish some errands. Slept. Decided that I needed to share.
So yeah, some week.
Oh, and FYI - for anyone who cares - the Swine Flu (aka Mexican Flu, aka North American Influenza, aka H1N1) is not named for the animal in which it originated, nor for the wonderful pork products it produces. I personally think it's named the Swine Flue because of all the wonderful noises you make while trying to breath with all this crud in your nose. Not that I have the actual strain of H1N1, but it's my theory and I'm sticking to it. And my fever has nothing to do with it!