And so, with the last few weeks of summer dwindling away, I find myself calling out of work with a fever and a head so packed full of snot that it’s a wonder that I haven’t been hired on to produce the slime for Ghostbusters 3. Thankfully the fever has gone down without the assistance of any cowbell, however I’ve got a cough that I hope doesn’t stick around.

Eddie was the bestest husband ever, making me a HUGE pot of broccoli and cheese soup with little oyster crackers in it. After dinner, he bought me 4 boxes of tissues, one for pretty much any place I’m likely to sit down in. And just this second, he jammed a thermometer in my mouth to determine if I do, in fact, need more cowbell (for the record, I don’t). He did lose points by taking the crocheted Jayne hat off of me.

I think we’re hitting the last really nice weather of the year this week. It’s about 83F outside, and it’s comfy as hell. Or maybe it’s just comfy because I’m in lounge pants and one of those super-unflattering tank tops with the built in fake bras (with a real bra on as well, because no fake bra can handle my ginormous tits). It’s sunny with just a hint of a breeze, no humidity, and it’s just plain nice. Tomorrow, however, is going to be nasty outside. Here’s a look out my front door. See our happy little gnomes? The flamingos? How can you take this weather away from us?

The other night I had the most insane dream. I’m not sure if I was actually starring in it, or if I was just watching it, but it involved the recently released sequel to The Lost Boys, and involved Corey Feldman as a vampire who was totally trying to suck on Corey Haim’s neck. Now, I’ve never actually seen the new movie, so I’ve got no idea whether or not this is what happens, but I can probably assume that my dream was better than the movie.

Alrighty, I’m off to make my way to the couch to crochet. Or nap. Whichever comes first.

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