Ugh. I've spent the last 6 days laid up on my sofa, in front of the tv watching Battlestar Gallactica. Normally this wouldn't be too bad of a thing, cuz I'd be talking about a couple episodes each evening. But no, I've been literally parked in front of almost 20 hours. At least it's good Sci-Fi! LOL I must have caught the world's worst cold, because I've been incapable of the smallest daily task, including finishing up my Whiplash entry. Even though I only have a small amount of work left on it, I highly doubt that I'll be able to finish it and photograph it before the deadline, end of month (tonight!) Oy.
I'll spill the beans anyway, as I'll still finish it (when I finally start feeling better, that is.) I'm making a Tiffany Box tissue cozy, and it freakin' rocks, or rather, it would have. What would have rocked even more, would have been if I could have finished it before I got sick. Hahahaha, that's Murphy's Law for me, huh?
Even crappier still, I had to cancel dinner plans for my second anniversary, at my very favorite restaurant. Yes folks, I had chicken noodle soup for my special dinner; it wasn't all that special, though as it's one of the only meals I've been able to eat lately. And, on top of it all, I seem to have infected my husband. My husband who I might mention has the immune system of a Terminator (you know, the newer one that can fix itself in like, 3 seconds flat. LOL) I might also mention that his birthday is next week. I really hope he's not sick as long as I've been. And I really hope I can get over this damn thing soon.