You know, I pick the worst times to get sick. Why is that?
The weather in the Pacific Northwest is glorious. There's something bright in the sky that is emitting rays of light and warmth. I am told it is called "the sun" in scientific circles.
(Seriously, a giant ball of burning gas in outer space? Sounds more like science fiction to me.)
But whatever it is, it's awesome. Or so I imagine. I'm too busy being a gooey ball of phlegm to know for sure. Seems great from a distance though.
My husband, you know the one, felt bad that I was stuck inside while he and the boy frolicked in the "sunshine". His solution?
He bought me--*cough himself cough*--Guitar Hero 3: Legends of Rock for the Wii this weekend.
I have to admit, it is a lot of fun. Maybe not all that romantic, but anyone who knows me could tell you the one thing I love more than mushy stuff is fun stuff.
So, he is hereby absolved of his earlier crime of negligence. Plus, he felt really bad about not getting me anything for Valentine's Day (read--he knows I blog, and he can put two and two together). That's not to say that I won't be taking the advice of more than 70% of the poll takers and buying myself something nice anyhow. I mean, who's to say he didn't buy it as an early Saint Patrick's Day gift and not a late Valentine's gift? Certainly not me.
But today, I and my lovely friend, Lovey, will be embroiled in a rock battle the likes of which has never been seen. I, with my Cream tribute band, Half-&-Half, and she, with her alternachick indie pop funk duo, Juggz*, will be laying down sweet riffs and pickin' up love diseases from stoned groupies.
No, wait. That's not right.
Whatever. Let the rockin' commence.