Some bloggers talked me into meeting them at Dizzy Izzy's for happy hour tonight, and I met some really cool people and some dorks (just kidding, Jeff). It was lots of fun. But the thing is: when you are too sick to do laundry, and you tell your family you're only going to stay for half an hour and it's two hours later, you are in trouble.
This is me driving (fast) on the way home from happy hour. I am sneezing and blowing my nose. I am really sick. My eyes hurt.
I shouldn't have gone. But oh, I had fun.
(For 365 days; this is day 17.)