Which is a word, you know. About a million years ago, I think I typo-ed it to Lala, and now we actually say it. "Bleee-hah." Bleha. Worse than bleah.
Don’t feel well — I’d been fighting a turned ankle and a sore neck and a chipped tooth followed by novocaine ache, and now I’ve got a terribly sore throat with cold symptoms thrown in for fun. First noticed it when I got Bounced this morning at Mom’s house by two sisters eager to wake me up to go shopping. Usually I shout and bounce back at them, at least roar some rage, but this morning I just felt like weeping into my pillow while I rummaged underneath me for the earplugs I’d ripped out in sleepy terror.
But we did have a very nice turkey day — Mom and the sisters made an amazing meal, as usual. As usual, I’d had little to no sleep and ended up napping, which was for the best, since I’m never useful in the kitchen until the dishes are ready (although I managed to slice up my thumb while doing them this year — it’s been a rough couple of days).
Mom and Cromarty:
Due to my desire to get home before I totally got sick and to my own poor planning, I ended up renting a car this afternoon to come back to the bay area, not something that’s usually that much fun.
But dude, when they give you the Mustang convertible for no extra, because they’re out of the economy cars, you get home QUICK. I mean, of course I’d never speed. You know that. Of course not.
Also, this was taken while standing still. Sure it was.
As was this:
And this was how it felt to drive a Mustang:
It did not, however, detract from my Mini Cooper lust, which will not be fulfilled for a while, much as I would like it to be. Wonder if you can rent one?
Now, to the couch to Be Sick for a little while. Just made some veggies and I’m also breaking out the brie, because it will help. This I know.
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