Ok, all dressed, anyway.
After two days of laying about in my pale green pajamas, I’m going to get dressed and leave my house. It’s been approximately 45 minutes since I last hacked something nasty into a kleenex and tried to pretend that I was being ladylike about it.
I’m going to meet Mr. Wonderful and his daughter for dinner. It’s our six-month anniversary. And I’m just immature enough to celebrate things like six-month dating anniversaries.
For our four-month dating anniversary, I made a cake with canned frosting that was so sweet that neither one of us could eat an entire slice. It was a disgusting way to show my appreciation.
I think that hacking up all over myself and my pockets full of tissue in a public place will also qualify as a disgusting way to show my appreciation. At least I’m consistent?
Really, at least I’m clothed. Trust me – the green pajamas? Starting to get a bit ripe.