Fat Tuesday, Shoot a Horse.
Yep. I have a great big fat headache. Again. Weather induced, of course. The germs are releasing out of the ground yet again. Oh, and getting me. I guess the thaw a couple of weeks ago wasn't punishment enough. It is happening as I type. 41F. WTF?? The snow is melting and everything is filthy dirty outside; gray and depressing. So, I have the lingering 'ick' still. Yes, I'm a little bitter. Why can't we just have a normal snowy winter like Michigan is supposed to have? My body would thank you. Truly.
I get a weekend off for a change. I plan to drive to Detroit for a day, but if I don't start feeling better, I'll be spending it in bed. Oh, joy. And I need a haircut, too. I look like a rat terrier and to me, that ain't good. Seems I've had bad hair days for weeks, which is also very, very bad for my temperament. Over it.
No Mardi Gras for me. Or, rosary beads or even donuts or pancakes. On fat Tuesday, I get a giant headache and 8 hours of people in distress. A pity party of one. Charming.
I make a terrible sick person. They shoot horses, don't they?
I get a weekend off for a change. I plan to drive to Detroit for a day, but if I don't start feeling better, I'll be spending it in bed. Oh, joy. And I need a haircut, too. I look like a rat terrier and to me, that ain't good. Seems I've had bad hair days for weeks, which is also very, very bad for my temperament. Over it.
No Mardi Gras for me. Or, rosary beads or even donuts or pancakes. On fat Tuesday, I get a giant headache and 8 hours of people in distress. A pity party of one. Charming.
I make a terrible sick person. They shoot horses, don't they?