I would take pictures, but like I said, it's ugly. I wish so badly I could put some make up on to hide my disgusting face, but I'd have to throw it out cause of the pink eye. I haven't gone to the doc yet because I don't have the energy to take the girls with me and I feel guilty asking other people to watch my girls.
I've also got a cold/flu/uri/funky disease that is making my throat sore, my head throb, my ears ache, my back hurt. I'm just all around yuck right now. I got it from Chris who got it from Cayce! That's right cayce :) You got ALL of us sick. I think mom said something about Michael cursing you for it :) J/K We love you and it was great to see you (and joey) the other weekend. But next time your sick stay home!!! We love you! By the way, I may come by one day soon... let me know when you have a free day and I'll bring the girls and we'll go shopping.
Anyways, I've felt awful. The girls have too which means they aren't sleeping well. I'm not sleeping well. I've got some pills that are suppose to help me sleep, but get this, My sleeping Pills don't make me sleep! In fact, they make me talkative, like most drugs do. So last night, I stayed up til Midnight, keeping chris up with my chattiness (including me asking about all the romantic things he ever did for his other girlfriends... turns out, there weren't any! Romantic things, not girlfriends.)
Okay, so, I need a bit of cheering up. So here's my cheering up!
A man is dining in a fancy restaurant and there is a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He has been checking her out since he sat down, but lacks the nerve to talk with her. Suddenly she sneezes, and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket toward the man. He reflexively reaches out, grabs it out of the air, and hands it back.
'Oh my, I am so sorry,' the woman says as she pops her eye back in place. 'Let me buy your dinner to make it up to you,' she says. They enjoy a wonderful dinner together, and afterwards they go to the theatre followed by drinks. They talk, they laugh, she shares her deepest dreams and he shares his. She listens.
After paying for everything, she asks him if he would like to come to her place for breakfast in the morning. They had a wonderful, wonderful time. The next morning, she cooks a gourmet meal with all the trimmings. The guy is amazed.
Everything had been SO incredible! 'You know,' he said, 'you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?' 'No,' she replies. . .
She says: 'You just happened to catch my eye.'