Oh Yeah! I got me some flu. All fevery, and body achey, and throwing uppish. Mmmm… Now, I’m feeling better and Jen still feels like crap. Game, Set, Match, Roberto!
The saga of the transferring sickness continues. Last week while Bob was sick, I couldn’t sleep peacefully through the night due to the awesomeness of Bob’s snoring. I can’t really hold that against him because he was all stuffed up but I can be riled up about it. So, for two nights, I ended sleeping on the couch. Then I had enough. Why did I have to be the one that suffered if he was the one making all the racket? So, the next two nights, I banished him to sleep in the living room. Now that he has given me this cold, it’s my turn to serenade him with the beautiful melodic sounds of my breathing. :-) Guess where he slept? That’s right, on the couch again. I know, it should be me sleeping out there, it would only be fair, but life’s not fair.
Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?
A couple of weekends ago, Bob, Kim and I went down to the Tivoli to review the animated shorts and live action shorts that were nominated for an Oscar and we cast our votes amongst ourselves on who would win. Today, Kim found out who won and we were both shocked at who got the Oscar for live action short: West Bank Story! I loved the short, it was hysterical and it was great to watch something that wasn’t so heavy on the drama, but I didn’t think it had a chance to win an Oscar. This is awesome!
Strictly for adults, or kids with really good fake IDs.