Guess who has the flu?
I swear, you can't make this stuff up.
Yesterday, I came home from the d-chair feeling a bit woozy and out of sorts, but that's normal. I should have known something was amiss, though, when I weighed in and had actually lost a little weight. After missing treatment on Wednesday, I should have gained at least three or four kilo.
(Don't get me wrong...I am NOT complaining about weight loss...I just wish it weren't because I haven't kept anything down for three days.)
So here I sit with a damn fever and nausea and flu head and new golf clubs that are mocking me.
Poor Magoo has been trying to watch his Saturday shows while I stomp around and sigh heavily and try to get some sympathy.
If Stewey were here, he would have peed on the drapes and put himself to bed while I finished having my little snit and then he would have demanded a snack, so I suppose I should be happy that Rich is housebroken and can fend for himself in the food department.
Welll....sometimes, at least.
So that's that Dearies. Your poor Spinster is decidedly unwell today and must now go be where others are not.
Please carry on without your hapless court jester today and come tell me all about what you get up to!