Sick

I am sick. Yuck. Just yuck. Let's do a couple of surveys, shall we?

What's worse than being sick?
a. Being sick on Friday date night with my husband.
b. Being sick on a gorgeous Saturday when the neighborhood pool is open.
c. Being sick on the weekend period.

How do I know I'm sick?
a. Something to do with chills, aches, exhaustion, nausea.
b. Speaking of nausea, I haven't eaten in five hours and can't find a single appetizing thing in the house. I even offered to let myself skip healthy food and go straight for ice cream AND/or cookies. No, just water for me. Seriously? (Side note: This is also not a good time to make out a grocery list for the coming week. Everything sounds gross and I ended up with four items only: shampoo, conditioner, frozen waffles, and frozen pancakes. Unless the nausea goes away or Jared makes the list, it's gonna be slim pickings around my house this week. I would not recommend joining us for dinner.)
c. It took me 10 hours today to muster the energy to change into clean pajamas.
d. I tried to play fetch with Scout and threw the ball into the gutter. If you think about it, that equals a very strange throw in trying to get the ball down to the other end of the yard for Scout. Coordination is a bit off I guess. At least I'm gonna blame it on that.

On that fun note, I hope you are having a wonderful weekend wherever you are, whatever you are doing.