Who's the fairest of them all?

Yesterday, The Boy and I headed out for an early brunch a few towns away.

Brunch is never a bad thing, especially when trifle is involved. The ladies who work there have now been sufficiently trained to bring it out when they see me, regardless of the fact that it's 0830 on a Sunday morning. Donkey may say everyone enjoys a good parfait, but I must insist that a well-crafted trifle can improve anyone's day.

Somewhere between choosing a primo booth and putting milk in my coffee, I rose to wash the newspaper print from my hands before tucking in to my food. I usually continue working out the crossword puzzle while I eat, but it's nice to start the meal all shiny and clean, you know?

So, I enter the washroom and head for a stall. As I walk past the sinks, I casually glanced in the mirror. And stopped dead.

I looked fabulous.

Seriously, this must have been a magic mirror. Ninety-nine per cent of the time I will go out of my way to avoid reflective surfaces, as the images I see haunt me in my dreams. This time? Ooh la la! I had good skin tone, my hair was electric and I looked a good ten pounds lighter. I wanted to rip the damn thing down and take it home with me.

Aww, that probably would have broken the spell, right?

Is it too late?

There is one person in my life I need to hear from right now. I've left so many tentative voicemail messages to no avail.
If I've fucked up utterly, I need to know. Talk to me.

Please know how important you are to me; I need you, I miss you. I'm cold, hollow without you.

I'm ready to get down on my knees, to repent, to get into great detail about why exactly it is I've disappointed you so badly. To apologize.

Please?

IIIII'm siiiiiick

I cannot speak. A nation rejoices.

This flippin' cold is turning me up-side down, unh, boy you turn me, in-side out and round and round. But honestly, it's not as fun as I would have you believe. I really hate the fact that I cannot achieve the mind over matter thing, being the strong individual that I am. This cold hath mightily kicked mine ass, yea verily.

One good thing about contracting The Black Death when I did was the fact I was in another country having a blast with ma hoors from 3WA. And let me say, your drugstores are a whole other world compared to what I'm used to.

Late Friday night I got out of the cab in front of the hotel, but then decided to head out and procure me as serious a drug as I could to stem the TB-like coughing I couldn't stop by conventional means. I happened upon Tylenol Cough & Cold Severe Nighttime, from here on in referred to as Liquid Crack. It calmed my cough reflex and cleared my head enough for the weekend not to be ruined, travel and all.

That and a Venti One-Pump Soy Tazo Chai Latte allowed me to drift off and be well-rested for the social extravaganza that Saturday turned out to be. Thanks be to all the pestilent gods.

Since I've been home I've been attempting to bake up a storm for the craft show I'm taking part in over the weekend. It's not been the OvenFest I envisioned, mainly because the instant I got over the border I collapsed into this feverish, clammy, snot-infested.....okay, so you get the idea.

And now, it's back to my sick chesterfield (AKA sick bed, but with Buffy dvd availability). Send healing vibes and chicken soup.