Today my best friend told me I needed to update my blog "like whoa." I'm not one to ignore that kind of command, so let's catch up.
I still haven't shared photos of our meet up with Laura, Dave and Lilly. I know. I'll work on it.
I still haven't shared photos of our new place. I know. I'll work on it.
Did I tell you I went to a fancy party at the Empire Hotel rooftop and that Nicholas Cage was having a party there too? No. Alright--there you go. I went to a fancy party on the Empire Hotel rooftop. All the extra Nicholas Cage security felt a little silly to me, but, hey, a fancy party is a fancy party.
We did work around the house ALL WEEKEND except for a Trivial Pursuit party on Saturday where we ate rice and beans and yummy feta basil dip that I made with homemade crackers made by the sis-in-law. Oh, and our team won.
We went to an evening church service yesterday followed by Moe's so that made Sunday fantabulous.
So who is freaking out about swine flu? I AM. LIKE WHOA.
No, seriously, y'all. Ask me how many times I have washed my hands today. Want to know why I am freaking out so much?
Since the temps hit 90 this weekend, we've slept with the windows open the past few nights. I sleep right next to a window, FYI. The temps have still been dropping down into the 40s at night, so we go to bed hot and wake up cold. Pair that with all the pollen my face is absorbing through the open window in my sleep and you have serious sore throat potential. That is, serious potential--my throat is only mildly sore.
Pair that with confirmed cases in Queens and the fact that people from my office just returned from Mexico and you end up with me--Nervous Nelly. I am super jumpy about this swine flu business. No joking.
So, that my update, like whoa. Life is fun and busy and the temperature swings and pollen make me think of swine flu. Constantly.