So I've been sick the last few days. All I have wanted to do when I get home is stick on the jammies, have someone throw food down my throat and watch trash tv. I know, I know, doesn't sound much different than my normal 'unsick' life does it???
Well, I've been staying downstairs in Chico's suite the last few nights while I am sick. I get fed, channel surf on the big screen and act like a big baby... I get home from work, shower, throw the front of the hair in a little clip like a Shih Tzu and put on the ugliest pair of pajamas (usually unmatching tops to bottoms), an old housecoat and my big gumboots and head downstairs. It has gotten to the point where I make my grand entrance looking like a crazy lady and Chico does his chuckle, teases me, checks out the outfit and then gets his stinky blanket and pillow for me on the couch ... last night he even took some pics to remember the trainwreck I was - NO THEY WILL NOT BE POSTED... =)
I hope I feel better soon. I have two volunteering meetings next week. One of them to do the work I want to do I have to convince them that everything is in order in my own life... =) To which Chico's comment was "Try to avoid wearing the crazy lady pajama outfit..."
Um - you think so??