I have a cold. My face hurts, I'm coughing up a storm. (On the bright side, a customer - a roofer who obviously moonlights as a physician - told me "Iit's probably just allergies. Rather than telling the doctor what you think you have, why not let him tell you what you have? Tell him that you don't feel like it's a cold, and - I'm tellin' you - he'll tell you it's allergies." Gee, thanks, Doc.) This is horrible timing: My birthday is tomorrow, and my boyfriend and I will be leaving for a trip to Florida on Thursday. I could really do without the sniffles and the coughing right about now; the last thing I want is to be under the weather on my birthday.
I'm really quite upset about this whole being-sick-thing. But then I went on one of my daily blog stops and found a birthday tribute to me. I laughed. I cried. I coughed. It was fabulous.
Dale Bentley is the coolest. Seriously.