Tuesday I woke up with a 'baby' cold. You know what I'm talking about; sorta scratchy throat, bit of sniffles, etc. I went into work (probably infecting millions), because I wasn't aware of the fact that this was start of the mother of all colds known to man.

By the end of the day, the chills and fever started up. Yesterday was worse, and today? Well, we'll just say that this had better be the pinnacle of this stupid flu, or I'll be begging the bearded eye-roller to smother me with a pillow.

I RARELY call in sick, but I did today because I can't say more than a few words with out accompanying it with a bunch of hacking. Yech, how professional.

The only people I've been around with this cold/flu/sinus thing are either over the phone (Cameron ) or online (my buddy Stew, comes to mind). How they gave this to me is a mystery, but I'm going to blame it on both of them.

If I were you, I'd wash my hands (better yet, take a shower in boiling water just to be safe) after reading this blog entry, so you don't get this virus too. Trust me, you don't want it.

Bleck.

Hack, hack.

PS- I want to publicly thank Cosy for the cute pink sheep jammies she got me to wear while recovering from surgery. I'm wearing them today with my cute Nick and Nora 'counting sheep' slippers. My below the neck look is fabulous and matches. Above the neck? Down-right scary looking.