Sick! Oh, the Tuesday TERROR!

Dove-faces, I have been sickly. Twice in 2 weeks!
I know, it's tragic. Please don't cry for me, I'm on my SECOND upswing.

But my reason for writing about it, is that I don't understand people who are NOT cleanly.
I mean honestly, it's not hard to wash your hands more than twice a day. It's not hard to cough into the crick of your ELBOW, instead of the palm of your hand. It's also very polite to do so. And Grandma, every time I cough is not an invite for you to tell me for the 19th time today to USE YOUR THROAT SPRAY.
I love you grandma.

Last Tuesday I came into work late, say 11-ish AM; TO KEEP FROM SPREADING IT. And Monday- I came in at 2PM; TO KEEP FROM SPREADING IT! And I'm caught up with all my work.

*shocker!*

Moral of the story: The world does not end, when you keep your germs to yourself.
SO DO IT.

I've been good. And I still got the sickness TWICE.

Needless to say, I treated myself to a cookie.
Maybe two.

CHECK OUT MY DELECTABLE APPLE BRAN MUFFINS I MADE LAST NIGHT:

Heavy on the cinnamon. Plus the cute decor.
Be kind this week, friends. We all need a little tenderness, as stated the late Frankie S.

<3

xoxo, bex

P.S. WHO WATCHED CONAN?!?!?!
OMGITWASSOFUNNY.
"Look at that Lunar Wobble!! HA! Just like the real thing!"
HA! Andy Reichter is such a good addition.
I thought Conan was gonna cry he was laughing so hard.

Poll Question has changed!!

Hi everyone, all my little lovelies! :) Everyone glad Conan finally reached a deal with NBC?? Yeah me too, I finally sighed a little sigh of relief, heh heh... Oh yeah, what I really came here for....
Be sure to check out the NEW Poll Question at the bottom of this page before you leave! Also I have a treat for you. Here's some fresh poetry I whipped up! Have a good afternoon!

1/19/10
worry aches in my shoulders
indecisive thoughts trample my vision-
and breaks the concentration I'm reaching for.
How does forever sound longer to you?
I find it impossible to fathom this thought.


1/20/10
When your heart gets chaotic
and you lose your place in line
the ink beating inside
sprinkles a shower of words upon mine.
The slamming of such riotous motion
inclines my heart to stir in restlessness
... and it is then
...useless to sleep.