So I am sick. I feel like I have been run over by a truck. From experience, I have found that I write pretty well when I am not quite with it (I won a city-wide writing award in high school for a story that I wrote when I had the flu - you get the picture). So rather than use this as an excuse to neglect the blog, I'm going to post.
I am a total hot mess. I haven't brushed my hair. I am wearing pink flannel pajama bottoms with french cats on them, an orange paisley hippie shirt, and a cabled sweater. I think I am swaying side to side in total dizziness. The only thing that would make this a prettier picture would be a long, ashy cigarette, but I don't smoke.
I have to go out today and buy birthday presents for my 16 year old son. I've put it off too long and I have no more time. When i leave the house, I plan to look like this:
with a jaunty hairstyle and chic glasses like this:
I'm also going to transform my Easter candy foil covered, toy strewn living room into the living room at Fallingwater.
I'm going back to bed.
Jaunty photos from The Sartorialist.