This is why we can't have nice things
Well, I'm officially sick. Which means that it is officially winter.
My body has this tendency to get throat sick a lot this time of year. And attack any plans I may have had to having fun.
Luckily, I was able to go out on the town last weekend before my impending doom. I had a lovely visitor from the east side of the state agree to join the gang at the Ritz for some imbibing. (Is that right?) Not only were drinks had but there were a few fantastic karaoke sing alongs. I sang Cher. I've been told that it was amazing.
And then we walked home in the cold and icy night. Drunk. Thinking back, this may be the cause of my current sickness. The whole singing real loud accompanied by snow frolicking is not good on the immune system.
And now I'm under a self imposed house arrest. Wherein I've begun reading the Sookie Stackhouse novels and knitting scarves and whatnot. And watching the cat run around making a mockery of my balls of yarn. And sleeping til noon because of an off bran Nyquil induced coma. Ahh yes. It certainly is winter.