I'm Alive

Barely. I don't think I moved from my couch and/or bed for more than an hour in the past three days. I've existed on soup, Otter pops and Reece's peanut butter eggs (thanks Easter Bunny!). And yet, I still feel like h-e-double-hockey-sticks warmed over. (Where did that expression come from? Don't know but I like it.)

The upside? I got to watch all 12 hours of the Anne of Green Gables saga. The downside? I only have the saga on video tape and the rewinding was annoying.

And I will seriously beat the next person who says "Don't breathe on me!" People, I don't make it a habit of breathing on someone when I'm well. I'm sure as a heck not going to do it when I'm sick. Unless, of course, you are the sorry soul who said the above phrase to me. Then I will not only breathe on you, I will sneak into your cubicle when you are away and lick the rim of your water bottle/coffee cup/glass. You know, just to make sure you get this crap that I have.

You are welcome.

(Note: I really wouldn't lick someone else's water bottle/coffee cup/glass. Cause, um, gross.)