When I was a kid, I thought television was watching me. Not that I was paranoid, but it just seemed that way. One day I was sick with a cold and got to stay home from school. This was a rarity as Mom believed that if you hadn't thrown up, weren't lighting fire from your head with fever and hadn't any limbs or major organs broken or exposed, you were going to school. But, I was sick and I was home and Mom turned on Sesame Street. And low and behold, Snuffalupagus was sick too. With the SAME THING! I was sure that the writers wanted me to feel better so made something I could relate to. (I realized years later that on any given day at least one kid would have been home sick - DUH) So, I sat watching Snuffy with the snuffles and thought to myself "I totally hear you, dude" (Although, probably something not quite as surfer-ish)
Why do I bring this up? B/c I am on my days off and I am starting to get sick. And I know that I am just going to be sick on my days off and the day I have to go back to work I am going to be fine. BOO. And, I didn't want to be sick this weekend b/c I am going to Saskatoon and I wanted to look killer good and totally out of reach to prove to G that I am totally over him and he should regret being a moron. But now I am going to have puffy eyes, runny nose and chapped face from blowing. BOO. Oh well. I think I still may wear my new killer high heels so he feels tiny in my presence. (He's 5'9" and I am 5'10 3/4" but about 6'2 or 3" in these heels) So, HA!
Okay, so maybe I'm not totally over anything. But that's hardly the point. I bought good shoes.