That horrible woman I live with insisted on giving me her fricking cold. Just because it’s her birthday tomorrow! She doesn’t know the rules. She’s not supposed to give me something. I’m supposed to give her something. *kaff* *kaff* *snort* *wheeze*
So, we’re going to skip the fancy schmancy dinner (since neither one of us would be able to taste it anyway), and just go see Harry Potter. On opening night. Friday. With kids.
Yes, it’s the cold medicine talking.