I went to bed feeling under the weather last night, and by 1:00 am, I had relocated to two different beds, returned to my own, changed pjs, found, and used, my son's inhaler, and woke my husband to complain about how horrible I felt, as if, somehow, it was his fault, or he should be awake to monitor my respirations, or something. Misery does love company, doesn't it?
Anyway, I am pretty sure I either have lung cancer or the flu, because, of course, it can't just be the virus striking every home within a 10 mile radius. But since the show must always go on, I present to you... what I am wearing.
Now don't be hatin'... Not everyone can pull together such fabulousness at the drop of a hat.
Flannel pj bottoms: where else? Target.
Unacceptably unpainted toenails: moi
The rest was just too disturbing to display.
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