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Sick Days

I was sick the majority of last week. And while being sick sucks, it was a little bit enjoyable because I got a break. On Sunday Sammy held me all morning until he went to church, and then after church as well. While he was at church, I watched a few movies which I haven't done in weeks. I watched Twitches and only had a few problems with the plot. One, they got a job right on the spot. No HR no paperwork, nowhere to even put her purse. What is that?!

Two, it's their 21st birthday and there is not one mention of alcohol. I find that highly unrealistic. That's all anyone talked about on my 21st and I don't even drink. Otherwise they were both fun movies to watch while I was sick.

Then I watched Breaking Dawn parts one and two. They're my guilty pleasure. I was texting my girlfriends at work the whole time and it's theirs as well! In order to get through both parts before bed I watched the boring parts at 1.5 speed. I could still understand everything because of the dramatic pauses.

I tried going to work the next morning but went home halfway through the day. It's hard to help people find google when you have to sneeze four times, then blow your nose. I'm glad I went home because I felt progressively sicker later. I decided to round out my Twilight marathon by watching New Moon and Eclipse. Again, I watched it at 1.5 speed. When Sammy came home, he made me stop doing that, so he could watch the Charlie parts. According to him Charlie is the best part of those movies. In the future I'm going to stick to just Breaking Dawn because it has the least amount of almost abuse (ruining cars so you can't visit friends, etc.)

I stayed home on Tuesday too, and felt sooo crappy. I also decided I never wanted to go back to work.  So I wrote most of the day in hopes of making that happen. I also listened to the Hamilton soundtrack, and sat with my humidifier pictured above. I did my best to get a "We get it, you vape bro," picture.

I'm glad to report I'm now better, and I had the best time possible being sick with lots of love from my husband. And now I want another wedding after watching Twilight.

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