Deadish

I have been dressing like it's fall the past few weeks in anticipation. Layers are good, celestial things. But then this little baby of mine...mine does not mean she came out of my personal woohoo but rather that I keep her alive 2 days a week, 20 hours...she had a cold. And what did my body do? It snatched that cold up like I snatch up dollar bills on the ground at VS. Yep, that happened.

It's still 80 to 95 degrees out. My mindset may be fall-esque, but that doesn't mean it is so! The saddest part is, this freaking stinking cold reminded me that fall very quickly leads to winter, where I feel crappy, plugged, and like I must eat your brains (zombie mode) at least 90% of the time. At least. Now I don't even want my favorite time of the year to approach. Give me back my flip flops and daisy dukes! 'Cause we all know I wear that constantly...