Grahm is sick. Therefore, I am as well. Or at least I'm pretending.
I may or may not have downed a shot of Nyquil before bed last night.
Best decision ever.
I'm also in my PJ's, still.
Nothing says moral support than crawling into bed with your
snot-infested husband all day.
Today's agenda includes watching reruns of our favorite shows:
Modern Family and New Girl.
Also, we will be inhaling exorbitant amounts of bad things for us.
I swear my entire left thigh is made of ice cream. One day it'll melt on me.
Fake sick is the best.
But feel bad for Grahm. He's actually sickly, and it's snot fun.
(Annnd now you know why mascara is mandatory.)