So today I was supposed to go to work (yay!) for a few hours, eat sushi with the husband, maybe watch a movie, go to the bookstore, etc while my 2-year-old is spending the weekend with Grandma.
Instead, I spent the day camped out on the couch, watching British crime dramas, eating nothing and guzzling Gatorade. I seem to have the same stomach virus I had TWO DAMN WEEKS AGO.
Why does the universe hate me and never want me to have a nice day off? (the stomach virus I had before...was a weekend when Grandma came to watch Khan so we could go out. Yeah, didn't happen).
Meanwhile, the husband has spent abour 7 hours playing Saints Row III while I monopolize our only TV. "Hey, honey, come here! I'm going into a BDSM club now! I just beat a cop with a giant dildo! I'm killing mascots on the Professor Genki show!"
Instead, I spent the day camped out on the couch, watching British crime dramas, eating nothing and guzzling Gatorade. I seem to have the same stomach virus I had TWO DAMN WEEKS AGO.
Why does the universe hate me and never want me to have a nice day off? (the stomach virus I had before...was a weekend when Grandma came to watch Khan so we could go out. Yeah, didn't happen).
Meanwhile, the husband has spent abour 7 hours playing Saints Row III while I monopolize our only TV. "Hey, honey, come here! I'm going into a BDSM club now! I just beat a cop with a giant dildo! I'm killing mascots on the Professor Genki show!"
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