This weekend has been full of tummy flu and all the beauty and glory that comes along with having the tummy flu. What does this mean for me? It means I am a wreck in the shower department, my hair is insanely piled on the top of my head in a ponytail, I am wearing old navy yoga pants, I have hairy legs, and my shirt isn't mine. It's huge and it's Trask's. I am full of crumbs from saltine crackers and my breath smells of Gatorade and 7-Up. I am in dire need of a pedicure and my toes cannot get warm, instead they are a clammy mess. Do you have a mental picture now? Good, let's proceed.
Yesterday morning I ventured onto the couch with my barf bowl next to me to rest with a pillow and a fleece blanket. Trask and Taylor left me alone and went to help our family load a U-Haul and pack things for their move. (And no, I totally didn't get sick to get out of it!).
I curled up on the couch and turned on the TV and invited my dog up on the couch to keep me warm and keep me from shaking too much. I turned on ABC Kids and watched: The Emperor's New School, The Replacements, That's So Raven, Hannah Montana, The Suite Life of Zach + Cody and an informational show about hearing loss on the community channel - and guess what... I loved them all. I was thoroughly entertained and even laughed out loud in between chugging my Kaopectate and Gatorade. I was in love.
And while I was watching those shows I kept wishing my laptop would hold a charge so I could blog about the shows right then! I was so excited to share this news with you guys. Creepy, right!?
Anyway, today the tummy is better, but the appearance is far worse. I felt like you guys needed to know all of that. Not sure why. But. You. Needed. To. Know.
There are no pictures of me in this state for a reason. You are welcome.