So I confessed last week about leaving my laundry in the clothes dryer all week long. You will be happy to know that is not the case this week! Oh no! You see, I needed to dry blankets for girls nite Saturday night so I got my load of laundry OUT of the dryer. And threw it on my bedroom floor. Since I've been sick and one step away from seeing Jesus all week, the laundry is STILL laying on the floor. I am not a clothes on the floor person so this is driving me nuts. But apparently not nuts enough to put it away..
When I'm sick I still drink Coke. At times it's the only thing I can stomach. The only other thing I can stomach when sick is usually a McFlurry from McDonald's. Something about the soft serve vanilla I can do. Other ice cream, not so much. But the light texture of the McFlurry I can handle.
While being sick this week, I showered and then didn't dry or do my hair and slept on it. This resulted in a hair do that is only rivaled by Bruno Mars and the Bride of Frankenstein love child. The latter was referred to me by my BFF, because while I looked frightening it was just too good not to share.
And a snarky Confession. When I talk to someone on the phone or in person, in my sick man frog voice and they say oh wow! You're sick! It makes me want to slap them. No, really? I had no idea!