You know that cold I was coming down with last week? Yeah. It's not going anywhere. It's all, you'll feed me ice cream for dinner if I make your throat hurt? You'll let me lay on the couch and watch The Real Housewives of New York City if I make your body ache? Sold! Where can I put my stuff?
But! A couple days ago, I was like, I can sit on my couch and feel crappy or, thanks to my lovely friend Allee, I can sit on a beach and feel crappy, so guess what won? (The couch, of course. There's no TV on the beach!) Just kidding.
I spent six glorious hours on the beach the other day, and I have the scorched skin to prove it. I don't know if it's a Pisces thing or a Swishy thing or a girl who grew up by the Jersey shore thing, but I love the ocean. I just do, I love it so, so much. Being by the ocean is good for my soul. So even though I'm back on my couch, congested and achy and sore, I'm a happy girl.
Ahhhhhhh. I'll blog more later. Like maybe after I figure out how to make waves in the bathtub.