I have been stuck either a) under blankets or b) in front of the new fancy cable watching questionable programming for the last 3 days. I guess that means I am officially under the weather.
To wit (and I write this with a raging headache so it may not make much sense): I decided that the only thing that might help said headache would be an extra strength ibuprofen and a coffee. Needless to say, leaving this house is not an option. Which means I had to make the coffee. That in itself almost threw me over the edge. Eventually, when my espresso finished bubbling to the carafe, I poured it into a cup, opened a carton of cream (which I smelled, I do this reflexively), and added some in.
Of course, I can't freakin' smell anything, which means the iffy cream bits floating in the top of my coffee, made it past my razor-sharp detection methodology. I mean, I had another cream in the fridge. It's not like I couldn't have opened a new one if the old one smelled off!!!
But I'm not proud. I skimmed the surface of the cup and drank that shit. You gotta pick your battles.
PS: Cream was nowhere near best before date (still 2 weeks away) and on reviewing rest of contents I decided it wasn't really bad, just maybe moving in that direction. Still, I'm a freak. I mean, sick.
PPS: Upshot is you may not see too much action here as I finish with my pre-posted material and haven't yet had a chance to develop more. Let's see how the weekend plays out.
PPPS: The Isabella Oliver dress arrived and I'm a) so blah I haven't even managed to try it on (afraid to look in mirror) and b) so wanting to try it on and look good and write a post about it. Wish me luck.
PPPPS: There's another new post below this one. And it's actually interesting. So read it, ok?