So for most of this week I’ve been floating somewhere between consciousness, headaches, and working from home while squinting constantly at the blurry computer screen. I finally went to the doctor today, and I am the proud owner of an upper respiratory infection, along with strep throat. Or maybe it owns me.
But the show — or the bridal shower — must go on. Tonight is baking night.
David says I’m more of a Scarlett than a Melanie. Therefore I will recover, and I’ll never be
hungry infected again!