It makes me so happy to find the old show Frasier on television. The Space Needle is in the background of almost every shot and seeing it makes me feel all warm inside. Or maybe it's the Nyquil I just drank.
After six days on antibiotics, I started to feel worse yesterday. Our office, and maybe our whole town, is a frickin petri dish right now. We're all passing germs back and forth and back and forth. I felt ickier still today, so I called my doc and ended up with three new meds. I'm supposed to wrap up work tomorrow and start my two-week vacation in DC on Saturday. Argh.
I don't know if this will translate, but: This morning on the way out of the house, I squirted a huge glob of hand lotion onto my hand and then went out to the garage to warm up my car. I had on a cute little cashmere twin set and nice black pants. I got my car warmed up and went through my purse to make sure I had everything I needed, and then, as I started to drive down my driveway, I glanced into my rear view mirror. I'd apparently forgotten about the lotion and mindlessly primped and had run my fingers all through my hair while my car was warming up. It was part There's Something About Mary and part Don King. Zero parts funny. It takes me forever to wash and straighten my 100 pounds of hair each morning, so there was no starting over. I ran back inside, finding smears of lotion all over my coat, sweater, pants, SHOES, and purse, and just tried to use a hair dryer to get my hair to stop standing straight up. Ok, now it's a little funny. But then, not very much.