Here I go again with a sinus cold. I just got over the last one about 2 weeks ago. The one that was in my left nostril. This time its living in my right nostril. So I cannot breathe nor do I want to. It hurts. I've been jacked up on Sudafed, Emergen-C, Vitamin C and Gatorade. I decided to rent a movie so that laying on the couch would be for a reason other than having no energy. I rented I Hate Valentine's Day. It was pretty terrible. There were 2 or 3 good, mushy, goopy parts that made me think of my sweet and sexy Papa Bear, who took care of me this weekend while I was weak, stinky, and sweaty from sickness. What a sweetie pie.
So while I sit here feeling like roadkill I do want to say Happy Birthday to Glenn Miller. What a pick me up on a day like today. Turn on a little bit of Glenn and I feel like putting on a silk robe, fuzzy topped slingbacks, swishing a martini at 2:00 in the afternoon and telling the pool boy to do a better job next time, baby - the Chairman of the Board is coming over for drinks and there's no time for dilly-dallying. Wowee.
I have had a bowl of turkey chili and that seemed to make me feel good too. I had lost 2 1/2 pounds last week put ended up gaining it back after chowing down at Thai Orchid on Friday night, then Mela's on Saturday night, rounded out by a nice cheesy Frank's pizza on Sunday. But back on the wagon today. Wish me luck. I'll let you know how it goes this week.
Signing off from sick island,
