I'm dealing with the creeping crud. Not the H1N1 mind you, but definately more snot than I like to worry about. Sick enough after two days to call in sick, which I hate to do. Sick enough that the fake-Sudafed they sell at Wal-mart was not doing the job, neither was Day-quil, or anything else I could find. Dave finally found some Sudafed...the real deal, in the back of the drawer. It expired in 1999. I DON'T CARE. I've been taking it. I feel better, except the crap makes me nauseated. It made me nauseated in 1999 too, I'm sure, and like all other medicines I can only take 1/2 doses....or be drugged to the max. The way I feel right now...drug my butt and put it to bed.
Yes, it's 4:19 a.m. and I dare not lay down...but I hope soon that I'll be able to go to beddy bye, cause this chick has got to work tomorrow.
I have some awesome pic's from the Christmas party. Dave was so handsome in his black western suit with his black stetson, and I didn't look too shabby hanging onto his side in my outfit. He even bought me a corsage...and I do believe I was the only woman at the party wearing one...it was special! I just have to remember how to download pic's to Blogger and I will be in business.