Lame!

I hate being sick... Yes calling in sick, at the time, seemed like I was clearing up my schedule to have an adventurous day with the Lilly Poo. There was so much I could do around the house with a "free" day, but for your information, it was not as exciting as my ill brain thought it could be. Here's how the day went: First, I called my awesome boss (It's hard to consider my good friend Jami as my boss because she's just that, a good friend.) to let her know that I was pretty much dead to the world and I didn't think it'd be a great idea to contaminate the entire office. She said, since I sounded like I was either dying a slow and painful death, or like a man, I should probably just not come in. Good idea! So at that point, I was lying in bed at 8:00 a.m. with the day off, and I can't move. That's right. I was stuck. Stuck in my own body it seemed like. Or it could have been the little pooch all sorts of tangled up in the covers, fast asleep, and not allowing me to move a single muscle. So I lay there, just laying there. At about 9:30 I flipped on the T.V. and pretty much was stuck again. Stuck being sucked into whatever was on. I don't think I watched a single important show or movie. Come to think about it, I don't even remember much of what I watched. And that, ladies and gentlemen, was pretty much my day. Yes, I know, your probably thinking, "That's it?" Yup, that was it. Somewhere between 9:30 a.m. and 9:30 p.m. I took a shower, took the dog out, slept, and watched more T.V. That's the life of the sick one. Yuck!