If you didn't notice, yesterday there was not a post. Today is supposed to be Tater Queens Fashion Inspirations and I just can't. You see starting on Friday of last week I knew I just didn't feel right. Something in my gut was telling me that something was off. By Monday it was official. I found out that my nose is having an affair with a box of Kleenex. I don't know how it happened. I thought I was doing everything right, but sometimes a cheater is just a cheater.
For the last five days all they have done is blow. I am at the point of saying "get a room" but I don't know that it would do any good. So, I have drowned my sorrows in Mucinex, some antibitoics I found in the cabinet and Sprite. I may have to go to rehab for the amount of liquid I have drank. Day in and out this pounding and heavy breathing is just off the charts. If it gets to be two much, I think I will consult a doctor friend and have a love affair with a shot of something in the butt cheek.
Until then, its going to take a little time to get over this. Please send good thoughts my way and pray that my nose sees the light and dumps that cracker with aloe and I can be back to my old self again.
On another note, I did muster up the strength to attend my son's parent teacher conference only to be informed that my kid seems to be the class clown. Hum, wonder where he gets that from? I must evaluate.