I'd probably remember making out with a Smurf.

I'm posting this from quarantine. Don't tell MB.

He has me quarantined to the family room futon due to my sickness. My throat is scratchy and raw. My nose won't stop running (and I can't catch it, HA!). I just feel overall icky.

I took a nap earlier and woke up to MB wanting to know what was for dinner. That's not entirely fair. I was kinda up already because of the tap tap tapping of the pup's feet across the floor upstairs. She might as well have been tap tap tapping on my face.

Anyway, when I woke up, MB told me my lips were blue.

Odd. I wasn't sleep-eating cotton candy again that I know of.

He said I was probably feverish. Then, he left me in my feverishness to go finish his computer game.

I'm so lucky to be living with a paramedic.

He's been making comments all day about how sexy it is when I blow my nose or start hacking up a lung.

I know how to bring it.

You're welcome, MB. You lucky dog, you.

Anyway, I'm returning to the futon to continue blowing my nose and moaning pitifully until MB brings me more ginger ale.

Later, peeps.