So I have been sick in bed since Friday night, some sort of Flu that basically
covered the whole
Pepto-
Bismol song (nausea, heartburn,
indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhea) plus the lovely
NyQuil slogan: sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, fever, stuffy head.
Unfortunately by Sunday at 7pm, the headache was a full blown migraine and I had not had anything to eat since some corn pops that morning. I tried to eat some popcorn, but got sick, and when I got sick I thought my head was going to explode! Then I did the unthinkable, out of shear desperation....I started to cry. I don't know about your house, but everyone goes bananas in mine when I cry. The boys freaked out and then my husband lost his shit. He wanted to take me to the hospital. All I wanted to do was take a shower so I could relax and then watch the
VMA's. So, he yelled at me for about 3 minutes
straight about my crappy diet and the reason I am sick is
because I don't do
exercise, and I better start being healthy next week. Oh no, now I've done it, I am going to have to walk or
something for a few weeks before he let's it go! I then sent him to
CVS for the following:
- Excedrin Migraine
- Coca-Cola
- Ramen Noodle Soup
I was magically cured! I watched the VMA in peace! Here are my observations:
- Britney was looking good (except for those extensions)
- Rhianna is my new hero!
- Pink was the hottest thing ever!
- Loved Christina, but she should not have been wearing the cat suit
- The venue sucked
Everything else was lame and boring, I thought the host was pretty funny, but no one seemed to be laughing.
