All I want to do is breef through my nose. Please. Purty, purty please. And maybe get in 1 last workout before vacation because while Sheila's bathroom break push-ups are good for the upper back, arms and shoulders - I still need to sweat off these carbs I've ingested over the past 4 days.
I am the worse person to be around when I'm sick. I'm cranky and snotty (more so when I'm sick).
And the most terrible thing is that I leave for my HS reunion on Thursday. Flying is going to be a biatch if I can't reign in this head cold TODAY.
Actually, that's not the most terrible thing...Recently, there seems to be a rash of departing grandparents! WTH! Is there some sort of shuffleboard party or Grandparent convention going on in Heaven? Well, I sure hope my Grandma is having a blast eating Doritos, drinking a beer and having a smoke. My fondest memory was not my most shinning moment. But she made me smile with her wit and charm. "Baby, we've all had ______ at some point in time". Geez, thanks Grandma. I feel worlds better knowing I'm not the only one who wants to kill her ex-beau for passing on those nasty buggers and thank goodness I had her smarts to get rid of his ass! I know! It's totally gross. And let's not talk about the time she took me bra shopping...oh the shame, the horror.
I'm trying to think of the good times and not dwell on the sad times, of which I can gratefully say there weren't many. I will not feel guilty about listening to my parents and keeping my plans to attend the reunion vs heading to Detroit for the funeral (I am never good with funerals).
To Erin and Sheila - I am very sorry to hear about your loss. Let's hope there's one huge party going on in their honor!