So, Thursday was Thanksgiving. It's one of my favorite holidays simply because it centers around food, and I am a girl who can put away some potatoes. I am sad to report that I had a little bit of a cold this year, and unfortunately my appetite was not up to par. However, I was able to add "Nyquil" to my list of things I'm thankful for.
Not that I keep an actual list. Maybe I should. I already know what #1 would be. Lays Classic potato chips in the yellow bag. Holla.
On Friday morning, my little bit of a cold transformed into a FULL BLOWN, MAJOR COLD. Because I am now a member of the real world, I still had to go to work, despite the fact that it was Black Friday and also, did I mention, I WAS NOT FEELING SO WELL? My headache and I got dressed and set off, and I spent the morning working and also making frequent trips back and forth to the vending machine and my little mailbox because I was full an eternal hope that perhaps there would be something new in it every fifteen minutes.
Around lunchtime I looked down and what do you know, MY SHIRT WAS ON INSIDE OUT! Super! I am so glad that the day I chose to make thrice hourly trips ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE OFFICE to my mailbox was also the day I chose to wear my clothes inside out.
I left work a wee bit early and headed straight for bed without even looking through the mail and inquiring about the whereabouts of every single one of my family members, as is my usual routine.
Around dinnertime I woke up feeling worse than ever, and was about three sneezes away from getting in the car and heading to the drugstore because you know what they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. And I was pretty sure my desperate measure was about to come in the form of a Neti-Pot. Luckily things did not get that bad, although there were a few moments of panic when I thought we had run out of tissues. My poor nose was so sore, and the thought of having to use toilet paper instead of Puffs Plus with Lotion was almost more than I could bear.
Having to use TP instead of a soft tissue would have made for a rough night.
See what I did there? Rough? I am so clever and witty.
Things were touch and go all day on Saturday, but I managed to pull through.
I was feeling much better today, so I went with Matt while he picked out some new threads for his NEW JOB! Matt and I haven't gone clothes shopping together very often, but I knew it was going to be an adventure when we walked into the store and the first thing he said was, "Okay, so I'm looking for one of those headless dummies with the outfit on already so I can get an idea of what matches."
I sure hope none of the MANNEQUINS heard Matt refer to them as HEADLESS DUMMIES.
In the end Matt got some fancy duds and I know without a doubt he will be the best looking guy in the office. Let's just hope he doesn't wear anything inside out.
We went out for dinner after our shopping trip, and while there was a small issue with some extremely raw (read: I think I heard it cluck) chicken, we had a delightful time. I ate bread, a salad, an appetizer, chicken parmesan, and a dessert, so I think it's safe to say that my appetite is back and better than ever.
Now if I am able to dress myself properly tomorrow morning, I think I can say I'm officially cured.