...squeak squeak squeak...
We're into the residual cough/rough voice/no voice part of this doggone cold.
The sore throat comes and goes.
I'm so full of tea and water, etc I slosh when I walk.
Honey leaves in 8 hours (his time of course) to catch his first plane.
That reminds me...need to sign up for flight status thingies so I'll know if he's delayed on the way here.
Wishing I could have taken care of a few things this weekend...like laundry, grocery shopping, etc. Oh well. The grocery store is right across the street and I can last a few more days before I absolutely HAVE to do laundry. :)
Ms Cow did have her Spa time last night. She had a lovely "bubbelee baff" and is now all clean and pretty to meet Cow at the airport tomorrow.
Wish I could say the same...sigh.
After 2 years apart, I don't think Honey will care that I have grey roots... I know I don't give a hoot about it right now. :)
2 years? You haven't seen him in 2 years? WOW. No, nothing like gray roots will bother him. Though you know, he could color them for you, and it could be all sexy like when Robert Redford washes Meryl Streep's hair in "out of africa". Just saying.
ReplyDeleteI hope you're feeling 1,000,000 times better by the time he gets here. :)