It's been a pretty blah week here folks. Pretty blah indeed. Just me and my sinuses and the occasional theraflu, mucinex and coughing spell.
You're jealous, I know.
The most exciting thing to take place this week was probably when I supposedly got mean.
(Supposedly, because J-Man and I remember things differently)
What I remember is being awake for a second time in one night, unable to breathe through both notstrils, and unable to fall back asleep.
What he remembers is me waking of my own volition, sighing, complaining, passive aggressively making theraflu for us to share, and then stomping off because his breathing was too loud in order to sleep under the mexiblanket on the couch.
To be fair, some of that is true. There may have been some unnecessary sighing. And perhaps a little annoyance that the theraflu I wanted for myself had to be shared with He Who Got Me Sick, but come on, passive aggressive? Me? Riiight... :)
In eighth grade only one person I knew believed that "Nicole and 'mean' can go in the same sentence." Now J-Man agrees.
But no apologies. Not from this girl. Not until my respiratory system is back on track Mister. I can be midnight mean all I want!
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