"Tina, come and get some ham."
I feel like I slept in some 'post-car accident' posture last night. My head hurts. My neck hurts (and I can barely turn my head). On top of that, I've got some sinus congestion and even a bit of "ID" to go with it all...
Why, God, why??
Meanwhile, I'm supposed to be working on getting our house 'immaculate' for the coming of Stacey's parents (insert a Kelsey Grammar "Sideshow Bob" moaning sound here) AND getting ready for band practice tonight.
So, I think I'll be spending today walking around with that Napoleon Dynamite expression of anti-joy on my face, looking half asleep, and muttering "Ugh...idiot" under my breath every few minutes. If only I had the white-boy fro to go with the look...
And when Stacey comes home and asks how my day went, I'll retort, "Only the worst day of my life!!"
Maybe not.
Instead of blog-whining about how I feel, I guess I should be downstairs looking for some Aleve, eh?
Why, God, why??
Meanwhile, I'm supposed to be working on getting our house 'immaculate' for the coming of Stacey's parents (insert a Kelsey Grammar "Sideshow Bob" moaning sound here) AND getting ready for band practice tonight.
So, I think I'll be spending today walking around with that Napoleon Dynamite expression of anti-joy on my face, looking half asleep, and muttering "Ugh...idiot" under my breath every few minutes. If only I had the white-boy fro to go with the look...
And when Stacey comes home and asks how my day went, I'll retort, "Only the worst day of my life!!"
Maybe not.
Instead of blog-whining about how I feel, I guess I should be downstairs looking for some Aleve, eh?
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