Not a death-grip cold, but rather an amusing little cold. I'm all stuffed up and my head feels packed with cotton. But I can get around fine, can do whatever ~ just slowly.
This means I can get away with lingering in bed all day. Which I did yesterday. With a big pile of catalogues that I've been meaning to peruse for the past four months.
I drank Diet Snapple, took a Nyquil at 4pm that failed to knock me out, took another around 9pm that didn't. And I spent all day yesterday looking at every freaking catalogue you can imagine.
Hammacher Schlemmer. Victoria's Secret. eToys. Spillsbury. Office Depot. Legos. Young Explorers. LL Bean.
I marked pages and took notes, because this year, THIS YEAR, I will finish my Christmas shopping before December 24. I'm a woman with a plan.Watch out.
The other thing I did yesterday was eat Halloween candy. This is not a good thing. I went a little wacky at Target a few days ago and walked out with eleven gigantic bags of candy. Even I can see that this is excessive.
And so in between sneezing and moaning (the moaning helped in the sympathy department and I'm pretty sure it was solely responsible for B. volunteering to both do the grocery shopping and make a yummy lentil dish), I ate SpongeBob Gummy Krabby Patties (these were my downfall last year) and Razzles and Swedish Fish and Tootsie Rolls and Crunch bars and Sour Cherry Airheads.
I admit it. I have a problem.
But isn't this the perfect weather in which to have a cold & read catalogues & eat candy?
