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Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Why I Don't Have Book Club
I won't mince words.
Mine pretty much sucked with the notable exception of a pleasant bbq at my brother and sis-in-law's.
I woke up on Sunday and looked in the mirror to find that my face had been transformed into some sort of circus freak show. I looked like a cross between a blow fish and a zombie. Right eye swollen almost shut, no cheekbones, nose swollen.
Cold compresses didn't help, and Benadryl turned me into a real zombie. I passed out in T's chair while the girls systematically tore the Addition to pieces.
My doctor at Medic-1 appeared to be between the ages of 16-20. Very nice shoes. Clearly had no idea what is wrong with me, but gave me a prescription for an anti-histamine that she doesn't "think will make me fall asleep."
Then, to top the cake, our upstairs air conditioning quit. We slept with the windows open and all the fans blowing on Sunday night, but with the upstairs at 87 degrees on Monday, we all agreed to camp out downstairs in the cool.
I wish I could tell you that things went well with Natalie and Michaela Byrd sharing the Living room, but it's really Monday night as I type this up and I can hear them talking in there right now.
You might be wondering what in the world this has to do with Book Club, and the answer is "nothing."
I figured that if you couldn't get a laugh out of my misery, you might get one out of this hilarious Bud Light commercial. Seriously every woman's worst Book Club nightmare.
Maybe I'll feel better if I go read Little Women again....at least my sister never stole my boyfriend.