Today has been a very grey day. Ironically, its the first sunny day we've seen in a while. It was as if the sun peeked from around the clouds to say: "Hey Britt, you're the only one who's day will suck today. Your's truly, sun." "Oh and P.S. you'll have a massive headache, so you'll wish you never prayed from me - love, the brightest star in the universe."Stupid sun, who needs you anyway.
So yes, that headcold that Husband had, has now entered my half of the world. It kind of feels like a mix between a runny nose and a jack-hammer-to-the-brain.
Needless to say, I kept most of the window's shut, and stayed indoors. Oh, except for the two times I went to check our little mailbox down the street. Why bother with the mail? Because today marks the fourth day in a row that ABSOLUTELY NOTHING has been in there. I mean nothing. I'm starting to think they are pulling a hiding trick, and have begun searching for letters taped the the top - maybe dropped on the floor by my mailman. Anything. Was I proclaimed dead, and nobody told me? Husband too?
I rather get a bill than an empty mailbox.
Oh, March Martha, are you coming? I need to live through you.
I'll be spending more time on the bed, and less on the blog. See you monday Itbritt.
Oh yeah, the only Golden glimmer in this whole thing is that Husband came home and took care of me, even after a long, terrible work day. Just look at that steak. He made. Now that I've eaten, got some fluids in me, and bathed with bubbles and everything - I'm going to go to sleep.
Enjoy your weekend, you deserve it.