The ramifications of having a bad cold

So, I've been sick with a doozy of a cold. Not a big deal, but I must have been kinda run down to begin with, cuz it kicked my ass. Anyway. Because of it, (and you'll know I was really sick when you read this) I missed a hip industry party. This one at Sierra Cabinets. This is a showroom that sports sleek Italian cabinetry with Ferrari self-closing devices. Mmm...last time I was there, I told Eden, "Oh my, I'd stand in my kitchen and watch the drawers just close, over and over." Oh, and I would. Anyway, I knew I was missing some fun. I hate when that happens. What did my friend Joelle have to say when I told her I wasn't going to the party? "Oh wow, you must really be sick." See?

Secondly, and this is a real pisser. I was supposed to be on the receiving end of some much needed Scrabble Therapy this weekend at my parent's house (since I have no readers I don't feel the need to explain...I'm just journaling dammit). I couldn't go, cuz while I was busy being sick, my work just piled up.

All is well now - I'm better. My work is semi-piled up. I'm drinking super good wine from the Simi Valley--that in itself makes everything peachy plz.