Not only have I spent a near Christmas in the Urgent Care Clinic (not this year) I am sick on New Years every. single. year. I am pretty sure it is because I work myself to death the weeks leading up to it and then BAM! I get near one person with a hint of a sniffle (my son) and it lays me out as if I were hit by Mike Tyson. Damn.
I managed to survive the photo taking this afternoon and eek out this little picture for you. (don’t be so impressed, I’m playing with new brushes.) I still didn’t get photos of my hair so you will just have to be patient.
I’m looking forward to a nice brunch with my girlfriends tomorrow. Only problem is it’s at our house and it is no where near as clean as I would like it to be. You girls may just have to settle for less than spotless floors. If I set a pretty table will you forgive me for that spot of dried cat puke?
If you’ll pardon me I’m going to find some useless drivel to watch on the telly.