Your beloved blogger has been sick all weekend and is home sick from work today, too. Missed my party Saturday, felt like death-warmed over Sunday. She is none too pleased, either.
Smack-dab in the middle of the nicest July I remember in some time, and here I am, hacking and coughing and groaning about headaches and stuck with vertigo.
As a result, you get nothing from me today. Hack, hack, cough, cough.
I left this voicemail for my boss on her cellphone. “Hi! Welcome back from three weeks in Europe! I feel awful. Sick as a dog. WHO GETS FLIPPIN’ SICK IN JULY?! GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! Call me back at home.”
She calls back, cracking up. I’m glad someone is amused. And I’m at home, miserable. But, there you have it: best bosses ever.
Ahh, well, it had to happen sooner or later. I haven’t really been sick since last September and god knows I’ve been pushing it this year. Bah. Have a better day than me, minions. Time to catch up on some daytime telly, methinks.