Heather Anne

Just when I thought I was about to sneak an entire week of hedonistic bliss into my life, I woke up this morning with a nasty cold. My day has consisted of juice, the World Figure Skating Championships, and whiny text messages to Amy.

9:00 a.m., my bed to the kitchen.

Me: :(
Amy: I am leaving to get you some meds in one minute.

9:45 a.m., CVS to my bed.

Amy: What are your symptoms?
Me: Death.
Amy: More specifically?
Me: Sore throat, body aches, nasal congestion.
Me: Can you please get something with Cool Burst?
Me: Liquid Cool Burst.
Me: Orange Liquid Cool Burst.
Amy: Gatorade?
Me: Fruit Punch only. No yellow!

10:50 a.m., my bed to the living room.

Me: Why is that t.v. so loud?

11:30 a.m., my bed to the kitchen.

Me: When is the circus leaving?
Amy: What?
Me: All those elephants and clowns banging around in the kitchen, when are they leaving?
Amy: I'm unloading the dishwasher.
Me: With the circus?

12:50 p.m., my bed to the living room.

Me: Do I smell cinnamon rolls cooking?
Amy: Nope.
Me: Can I smell cinnamon rolls cooking?
Amy: Yep.
Me: And yellow rice?
Amy: Yep, and ice cream?
Me: Bleh. No.

2:45 p.m., the living room to my bedroom.

Amy: You okay?
Me: Well, I was sleeping.

4:00 p.m., my bedroom to the kitchen.

Me: Where are Margaret and Nala?
Amy: They're with me. You're grumpy.

5:20 p.m., my bedroom to the living room.

Me: I want to watch Beauty and the Beast.
Amy: We have it on VHS.
Me: I want to watch Aladdin, too.
Amy: I will set them up for you.
Me: No, I changed my mind. I want to watch the World Figure Skating Championships.
Amy: Okay. Come down here and you can have the remote.
Me: Can you just bring it to me?

7:30 p.m., the living room to the office.

Me: The circus is in the office now?
Amy: I am rearranging the closet.
Me: I want the circus to go away from me.
Amy: I want you to take some NyQuil and go to bed.