Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Sick as a dog.
Everybody at work has had that sniffling, sneezing, coughing, impeach George Bush, aching, stuffy-head, Worst. President. Ever, scratchy-throat thing...and now I have it.
I'm going to bed with the dogs and a good book.
By the way, the girls are gone again. This time to LA until Friday.
I just know that a waiver from Girls Gone Wild: Christmas Break is going to show up on the fax machine any moment now...