I’m not sick, bleh

Really, I’m not sick. Although I know all of you out there who are constantly getting sick while I never seem to might like to differ, really, I’m not sick. I’m home sitting on the couch watching TV (thank you Goddess for Tivo!) and reading and talking on the phone to people. I feel bad for people who don’t have good relationships with their in-laws or regular-laws (parents I suppose I could say) because I just spent 1:53:29 on the phone with my mother in law chatting about not much in particular. Quite a nice way to spend some of the afternoon! Anywhoo, the reason I’m moping about is because the nasty “guess what you ate that’s coming back to haunt you” bug got me last night. Woke up about 3am with my stomach feeling NOT HAPPY. After two hours of uncomfortable waiting I finally said goodbye to whatever it was that was at war with my poor tummy and was able to go to sleep again. I know I don’t have the flu or a cold or anything because I’m just peachy today! Well, if peaches spent a lot of time wearing pajama pants, cuddled on the couch under an afghan and a nine pound kitty, watching TV and not moving anymore than necessary. Maybe I’m more like a carrot, lying cozily in the nice quiet dirt watching worms wriggle about on the Garden Nature Channel.

Anywhoo. off to check the mail. wish I had fruit popsicles. need to replenish the 6 pounds i’ve lost so far. then again, maybe not… hmm…