I’ve been fighting the flu since about Monday. It got really bad on Wednesday and Thursday, then last night, around 8pm or so, I started feeling much better. I even had the energy to do some house-cleaning. Then bedtime rolled around, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, it started. The hacking cough, the stuffy nose, etc. It kept me awake ALL NIGHT. Ny-Quil didn’t work, Robitussin didn’t work. No matter what I did, I could not get more than 15 consecutive minutes of sleep. 7:30 came and I had to drag my tired butt out of bed to come to work. Now here I am at work, and aside from being groggy from lack of sleep, I feel fine. Dammit. No coughing, no stuffy nose, no nothing. What the hell is that all about?
I know somehow, all this is a conspiracy by the mods and admins. I don’t have all the pieces to the puzzle yet, but I know they have some reason for keeping me in a weakened state.
Damn. Sorry about that, Froggy. I threw some evil ju-ju last night at some ex of mine in St. Louis. Must have put the wrong address into the cauldron. My bad.
I dunno, maybe I’ll make it down for your wedding. Think I can make it up to you in time for you to do that whole ceremony thing? And what will I do with MY date?
Actually, we’ve talked about the whole ceremony thing and aren’t gonna make a big deal out of it. We’ll probably just run off to Vegas when we feel like it’s time.
And what do you mean YOUR date? Wouldn’t you be my date? Is it wrong for me to bring a date for the wedding? This would be my first wedding, I’m not sure what the proper etiquette is. [sub]Sheesh, announce you’re engaged and suddenly no one wants to flirt anymore![/sub]
And speaking of Vegas, do you know when the Blue ManGroup will be there again? Maybe we can time the wedding thing right and see them the night before we get hitched.
Welfy don’t be frightened, it’s ok. Nymmy knows I’m not serious when I flirt (don’t you?). I promise you won’t be hit by any unwanted flirt rays. Although your butt did look mighty cute in those jeans when you turned around . . .
Blue Man Group is always in Vegas. They have set up camp at the Luxor.
Who sez I don’t wanna flirt because you’re getting married? Maybe I’m looking over MY shoulder to see who’s paying attention. At least your person-who-throws-shoes isn’t on the boards, dammit!
D’oh! I just now see that I hit submit without explaining that this statment is NOT true! I was only kidding here, people. Just wanna make that clear, just in case a cetain lurking SO happens to see this . . .