Monday I tried to kill myself (not intentionally) with lettuce.
Tuesday my Super Villain Immune System *really* kicked in and started kicking my ass. (a super healthy, super strong immune system is–on rare occasion–not a good thing…this and spanish influenza are two such occasions)
Today, I decided to cut my finger on my extra sharp rocking pizza cutter.
I was on the phone with my mother when this happened, telling her about monday and tuesday, and she yells “Get on the couch and stay there!”
I was like “I am hydrating like mad today! I will have to go the bathroom!”
“That’s the second most dangerous room in the house for you! Do you remember nothing of your childhood!?!”
She’s not wrong.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be wrapped in bubble wrap sitting on my couch until the BH gets home from work.
3 hours. And I’m going to have to walk the dogs somewhere in there….