-Woke up feeling still crappy. Laid in bed feeling sorry for myself for a few minutes. 'The Crud', as I so scientifically named our infliction, just won't go away. It's made our week very very long, it's trashed our plans for a weekend road trip, and it's cost me approximately $85 in pregnancy-friendly cold meds, baby-friendly cold relief, and Chick-fil-A chicken soup. A's nose is still runny, and he adamantly refuses to let me wipe it with a Kleenex, so he spends the better part of the day licking boogers off his upper lip.... he's so over The Crud. He makes a whole lot of sad faces that I really try not to think are cute....but they are cute, in a very sad way. See? Cute. But sad.
(Relax, that's popsicle slime on his chin. He's not bleeding from the mouth.)
-Experienced a fit of desperation for fall, with its crisp cool weather and crisp cool color palate. Considering that the stupid weatherman is still insisting on shrugging his shoulders helplessly like it's totally not his stupid fault while pointing to seven day forecasts chock-full of triple digit afternoon highs, I had to improvise. That's how I ended up at Carter's, A in his stroller, choosing a couple fall-ish PJ sets. (I know. We should stay home and keep our germs to ourselves. But people, I had to get OUT or I was going to seriously LOSE IT.) The boy needed PJs anyway, since it seems I'm washing the same two well-fitting sets over and over again. It was satisfying to feel that while I can't change the temps, I can outfit my sweet boy in PJ pants striped with colors of fallen leaves and just pretend the weather outside matches his nighttime wardrobe. Then we strolled next door to Hobby Lobby and checked out bunches of golden leaves and pumpkin pie scented candles and smiling scarecrows on sticks and resisted the urge to buy one of everything.
-Checked to make sure my cat was still breathing. Twice. Big George nestled himself into a quilt upstairs around 9:30am (I remember the time, because it was halfway through Regis & Kelly and I was gasping and wondering what on EARTH possessed Candy Spelling to show up on set with a youthful polka dotted, knee baring dress and for goodness sake, what kind of crackhead editors did she work with who let her go with a book cover that looks like THAT.) So the point was, I saw George lay down right about then. I went back up there at 4pm and realized he was still in the same spot, same position. Had a minor heart attack and wondered how one properly disposes of a dead cat, like whether I'd need a license or something. Poked him in the side and he awoke, staring blankly at me, then seeing I had no food and going right back to sleep. Phew. I guess he's just as oppressed by the late summer heat as I am. Repeat this scenario at 6pm, convinced that THIS TIME he really was dead because OMG, it's been like nine hours since I've seen him get up. Nope, still living.
-Read the UsWeekly cover story titled "Bachelorette Deception: How He Tricked Her" and failed to really see the problem there. The whole point of the story was how EddieGreenShorts was um, how do I put this, "seeing" two other women while courting the Bach'ette. Who happened to be dating (and making out with and sharing Fantasy Suites with) eleventy billion people at one time. I don't see an issue, other than the whole entire whorish Bachelorette concept, but that's not so much a problem as it is a sinfully delicious television addiction.
-Ordered a Pizza Hut pizza, and I sit here now salivating at the thought of its fatty fried crust deliciousness. J's working (shocked?) so I'll likely devour the bulk of said pizza all by myself. Gee, I have no idea how I gain so much weight between appointments, nurse, it's weird! I most certainly will dip said fatty fried crust in ranch dressing. And I most certainly won't feel bad about it. At all.
-Ordered a Zefron (Zac Efron, obv!) movie to go along with my pizza indulgence. I heard it was actually good, a male version of when Lindsay Lohan did Freaky Friday with Jamie Lee Curtis. Plus, I'm always amused by Zefron and his eerie resemblance to my baby brother Binky. I'd post a picture of Binky and his sort-of-Vanessa Hudgins resembling, super adorable girlfriend....but methinks they'd be more than a a little embarrassed. You'll just have to take my word for it.