The big birthday is over. I am 30 and still alive, although I swear I woke up on September 19th and I found more cellulite on my thighs. I considered ending it right there, but I figured I would try to move on with my life, focusing on more visits the gym and finding a good cellulite cream.
The week following my birthday was, well, pretty crappy. It started with a headache on the plane to Denver last Monday morning, and ended with a full-blown (self-diagnosed) cold/sinus infection by the time the weekend came around. Thanks to OTC, show-your-driver’s-license-and-sign-the-form Sudafed, I successfully made it through my meetings in Denver. If you are struggling with this cold thing, the Sudafed works wonders. However, I will warn you that it dried me out so much that my brain literally felt like it was shrinking, but at least I could breathe through my nose. I got home late Wednesday, worked all day Thursday, and made it to about 2:30 p.m. on Friday, when fever-like symptoms convinced me that I had the swine flu. I think I was actually just tired and run-down, but it was possible, so I went home and basically slept through the weekend.
When I wasn’t sleeping, I laid around feeling sorry for myself and caught up on some TV. Project Runway was good, and Ramone deserved to go home with that hideous green leather alien dress. The episode was not nearly as the previous one, which included an angry Tim Gunn. I love that guy. I caught up on The Office, Entourage, and Curb Your Enthusiasm, so at least I got some good laughs.
I was feeling a little better by Sunday, so we took Finn out to the dog park. We’ve been avoiding the dog park because of all the rain we’ve been getting – I just knew it was going to be a muddy mess. However, it was dry last week, so we thought we would give it a chance. After discovering that the doggy pool had been removed (a disgrace), she was a little down in the dumps. She wound up playing with a pit bull puppy that I believe was more interested in a relationship than a friendship, but she didn’t seem to notice. All this to say that she got a little overheated (from the running and warm temperatures, not the pit bull), and decided to find the only remaining mud pit in the dog park. And then she laid in it, and then rolled around in it. Thanks to a kind woman who gave us some of her shampoo, Finn was able to get a bath and go home with us. She's lucky we got the shampoo, because for a moment there, I considered leaving her behind and taking home the adorable Goldendoodle that was at the park.
The week following my birthday was, well, pretty crappy. It started with a headache on the plane to Denver last Monday morning, and ended with a full-blown (self-diagnosed) cold/sinus infection by the time the weekend came around. Thanks to OTC, show-your-driver’s-license-and-sign-the-form Sudafed, I successfully made it through my meetings in Denver. If you are struggling with this cold thing, the Sudafed works wonders. However, I will warn you that it dried me out so much that my brain literally felt like it was shrinking, but at least I could breathe through my nose. I got home late Wednesday, worked all day Thursday, and made it to about 2:30 p.m. on Friday, when fever-like symptoms convinced me that I had the swine flu. I think I was actually just tired and run-down, but it was possible, so I went home and basically slept through the weekend.
When I wasn’t sleeping, I laid around feeling sorry for myself and caught up on some TV. Project Runway was good, and Ramone deserved to go home with that hideous green leather alien dress. The episode was not nearly as the previous one, which included an angry Tim Gunn. I love that guy. I caught up on The Office, Entourage, and Curb Your Enthusiasm, so at least I got some good laughs.
I was feeling a little better by Sunday, so we took Finn out to the dog park. We’ve been avoiding the dog park because of all the rain we’ve been getting – I just knew it was going to be a muddy mess. However, it was dry last week, so we thought we would give it a chance. After discovering that the doggy pool had been removed (a disgrace), she was a little down in the dumps. She wound up playing with a pit bull puppy that I believe was more interested in a relationship than a friendship, but she didn’t seem to notice. All this to say that she got a little overheated (from the running and warm temperatures, not the pit bull), and decided to find the only remaining mud pit in the dog park. And then she laid in it, and then rolled around in it. Thanks to a kind woman who gave us some of her shampoo, Finn was able to get a bath and go home with us. She's lucky we got the shampoo, because for a moment there, I considered leaving her behind and taking home the adorable Goldendoodle that was at the park.
I'm sure a Goldennoodle could find a mud pit occasionally...can you imagine combing that hair?? Well, I hope you're feeling better this week. Oh, and cellulite is a sure sign of iminent death, you should really get that checked out :) Love you sis!
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