Sunday night we were all feeling a little sickly and then Monday morning came.
And that's when death set in. Sore throat, runny nose, watery eyes, chills, fatigue,etc..
and worst of all I've started watching The Bachelor.
|it's like a fluffy pink tear soaked pillow train wreck.|
Other signs that confirm you're not feeling (or looking) so hot :
a.) you get out of bed (at 12:30PM), do your makeup, fix your hair, and put on clothes only to take everything off 5 minutes later and get back in bed.
b.) you are depressed because you've already watched everything you never have time to watch on Hulu and Netflix. And it's only Wednesday.
c.) you begin to think you actually look attractive in the sweatshirt you've been wearing since Sunday.
d.) you don't remember what the real world looks like so you're left to assume everything on t.v is real.
e.) breakfast, lunch, and dinner slowly melt together into a giant bowl of ice cream and pasta.
f.) you have time to spend hours searching the internet for mint skinny jeans that don't actually exist.
Fortunately...there is light at the end of the tunnel!
The month of LOVE.
My birthday is Valentines Day so the lovely month of February always makes me a little giddy.
So I'm dedicating the next 4 weeks to things that I love.
If you're not sure...
this is what LOVE looks like:
Andrew brought me home a half gallon of this last night to cheer me up from the sickness blues. I heart him.
the new China Glaze Hunger Games collection..I want I want I want!
a sweet, kind, hunky husband...ladies if you haven't found yours yet, hang in there! It's worth the wait!
I feel better already... :)