That was the thought running through my head when I came to Chicago on Wednesday and was promptly presented with a pair of "designer" J. Crew pants from Grandma, who bought them for 99 cents with me in mind. God love Grandma. However, all was forgiven when she threw in a rose-colored nail polish from Revlon for good measure.
I've been in the city since yesterday, and I think it's gotten me sick. I went to bed last night and woke up this morning with a horribly sore throat, although I'm feeling a wee bit better now. Most likely will not attend the holiday party being hosted by one of my co-workers, especially since I hear she's under the weather herself. Am so close to holiday cheer! My transformation will be complete as soon as I wrap ALL presents, coax Luke into touching up the trim I can't reach in my bathroom (otherwise I painted the actual room all by myself, including the ceiling. Hooray!), and make it to a nice, relaxing shower. I don't mind being sick now, but next week, when Luke and I use some vacation days for Christmas fun, would not be good. Keep your fingers crossed. Also try to keep your lower half away from pleated khaki pants, but understand this cannot always be helped.
One little shout-out: Happy Birthday, Steve!
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