My Squeedly spooch!
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vinniebatmanThe germs have attached my squeedly spooch. Meaning I am sick... again. It's bronchitis... again. And I am pissed... again.
Everyone has been sick. On Friday, Shaun went home early, sick. Mike was out sick for three days. Then Shaun was out Monday and Tuesday, sick. Stan went home early on Tuesday, sick. Josh was out on Monday, sick.
In other news, Kostya had a vicious stomach flu on Tuesday, his birthday. He looked so pale and drawn that he went to the emergency room... on his birthday. The doctor confirmed it was the stomach flu, so he could not have any birthday food or birthday cake. On his damn birthday. Poor guy. Then on Tuesday, I felt myself getting sick... again. So I bought some of that Emergen-C immune defense stuff, and some claritin. Because whatever I keep getting, it starts in my sinuses, then they start leaking and all that mucus ends up in my lungs as bronchitis. But so it isn't so bad this time, it's managable.
So Tuesday was Kostya's birthday. Yesterday was Eileen's birthday, so I took her out to lunch at Bistro Burger. By God they make good burgers. But last night I was tired, but I went shopping for stuff for Kostya's mother's birthday, which is Sunday. So I got her a nice watch and some pretty bracelets and a scarf. This stuff is from Kostya and myself. Then my mom wanted me to get Olga a bathrobe, from my parents, though, so Olga can exchange it if she wants too. I couldn't find anywhere except for Victoria's Secret, but those ones came in pink or white and had lame, annoying stuff written on the back. So I went to Bloomingdales and found a super soft terry-cloth robe on sale for $50. But they didn't have a box for it, so I had to wait for the lady to run to the coats section to get a box, which was three feet tall. So I had to drag that back home, but I did it. And I feel tired, but I'm not coughing or sniffling too much.
But right now, I don't much feel like going to the hockey game Sunday. But Kostya wants me to go, although I still want to smack him. When I gave him the tickets (which cost $45 each, and I got three, one for me, him, and his mother), he asked if they were good seats and that if they were crappy seats, then we wouldn't be able to see anything. But it doesn't matter, because if they suck, I still spent money on the tickets so he'd better not say a damn thing. Or I seriously might cut him.
So, I hope ya'll are doing well. Love you all.
Everyone has been sick. On Friday, Shaun went home early, sick. Mike was out sick for three days. Then Shaun was out Monday and Tuesday, sick. Stan went home early on Tuesday, sick. Josh was out on Monday, sick.
In other news, Kostya had a vicious stomach flu on Tuesday, his birthday. He looked so pale and drawn that he went to the emergency room... on his birthday. The doctor confirmed it was the stomach flu, so he could not have any birthday food or birthday cake. On his damn birthday. Poor guy. Then on Tuesday, I felt myself getting sick... again. So I bought some of that Emergen-C immune defense stuff, and some claritin. Because whatever I keep getting, it starts in my sinuses, then they start leaking and all that mucus ends up in my lungs as bronchitis. But so it isn't so bad this time, it's managable.
So Tuesday was Kostya's birthday. Yesterday was Eileen's birthday, so I took her out to lunch at Bistro Burger. By God they make good burgers. But last night I was tired, but I went shopping for stuff for Kostya's mother's birthday, which is Sunday. So I got her a nice watch and some pretty bracelets and a scarf. This stuff is from Kostya and myself. Then my mom wanted me to get Olga a bathrobe, from my parents, though, so Olga can exchange it if she wants too. I couldn't find anywhere except for Victoria's Secret, but those ones came in pink or white and had lame, annoying stuff written on the back. So I went to Bloomingdales and found a super soft terry-cloth robe on sale for $50. But they didn't have a box for it, so I had to wait for the lady to run to the coats section to get a box, which was three feet tall. So I had to drag that back home, but I did it. And I feel tired, but I'm not coughing or sniffling too much.
But right now, I don't much feel like going to the hockey game Sunday. But Kostya wants me to go, although I still want to smack him. When I gave him the tickets (which cost $45 each, and I got three, one for me, him, and his mother), he asked if they were good seats and that if they were crappy seats, then we wouldn't be able to see anything. But it doesn't matter, because if they suck, I still spent money on the tickets so he'd better not say a damn thing. Or I seriously might cut him.
So, I hope ya'll are doing well. Love you all.
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Date: 2007-03-08 10:27 pm (UTC)Gabrielle
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