Cure for The Mean Reds?

A cute outfit of course.

(nice cleavage shot--if I had any of course!)

(and yes, I still have an old school phone--too cheap to upgrade)

Ugh, y'all! It's just one of those days. It's not even mid way through the day and I already feel a case of The Mean Reds coming on.

I've been sick since Monday night (f-ing bite me Dr. I'm So Smart And Know Everything and Here is Your Diagnosis and Oh Don't Eat Anything And I Mean ANYTHING--which of course I say 'screw you', take extra meds and then eat whatever I want, thus perpetuating the cycle--I tell you, I'm like a damn child and cannot be trusted. I need a strait jacket).

And I was so insanely sick last night that I seriously debated going back to the hospital. This was only thwarted because for real, I had managed to strip down to my skivvies and literally could not re-dress myself (attempting to make it to the closet was a trip down hilarity lane for all involved).

Although my morning did not start fabulously (not so nice e-mails) and I'm pretty sure I may pass out at my desk at any moment, I just keep reminding myself that there are about ten thousand packages headed my way thanks to online shopping.

After all, what else am I going to do whilst stuck in bed? Yay for new clothes!

PS. Yes, I am going back to the doctor today. Awesome.