People at my office rarely, if ever, take sick days. It is so strange to me. If you are sick, you should stay home. So I am at home today because I went to work all last week with my hacking cough and blazing forehead, and I am just not getting better. Yesterday, I woke up, went to church, came home and slept for three hours, ran some errands, slept 8 more errors, and still felt like death warmed over this morning, so here I am at home today. I have done 18 minutes of work today so far, and I think that is going to be all. I think what will really make me feel better is watching the first DVD of Project Runway Season 1 (which I have never seen before) and drinking Cranapple on the couch while admiring our new Christmas tree.
That is right. For the first time, H and I have a Christmas tree, and it looks pretty darn good. I will post some pictures tonight so that you can all be jealous. You will be especially jealous of the tree skirt, which I bought at the No Coast Craft show, where I met up with Stefanie, who got to meet H for the first time. [I really love prepositions when I am sick.]
I was feeling a little better Friday night and Saturday. H and I went to a friend's house on Friday night, where I served my Better Than Sex cake (alternate title: Better-Than-Sex-With-Anyone-But-H Cake)(recipe by Guinness Girl). And Saturday night, we went out to dinner with some friends in St. Paul. So I may not be as popular as Stefanie, who knows everyone in the city of Minneapolis, but I did have a good weekend.