I did nothing this weekend. Wait, I take that back. I got sick.
We had an exciting weekend planned. We were going to see Julie Julia ( Matt was taking me in return for my having suffered through almost three hours of hell on earth earlier this summer, aka Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen). But the moment I arrived home Friday night, I knew something was wrong.
Well, hello chest congestion.
It's been a long time since I've seen you, crusty summer cold.
I was tired, achy, and the most important tell-tale sign of sickness: I had a beastly case of crankiness.So instead of going to the movies, I coughed and watched tv. All weekend. Instead of painting these mismatched side tables (I'm hoping the size/style difference wont be as noticeable once they're the same color), I watched six movies and drank gallons of apple juice.