Between work stress, weather stress, running crazy stress and lack of sex stress, I somehow am starting to feel sick. Last night, I got home, doped up on every vitamin in my house and drank two packets of Thera-flu before hitting the sack. This morning, I get my daily wake-up call.
Me: Morning Babe (in my not so sexy, throat hurts voice)
Old Man: You still sleep Kitten?
Me: No, I'm on my way to work, I don't feel good...
Old Man: You're not taking care of yourself
Me: I know, it's hard, I've been running crazy and haven't been able to get enough rest
Old Man: Awwwe, you need me to take care of you
Old Man: Well how can I if you don't sit still
Me: You can come over tonight & take care of me. We'll order Thai food and play Scrabble
Old Man: (probably shit'n in his pants from excitement, 1st invite to my place!) Ok, what do you need me to bring???
I'll let you know how it goes...
In Other News
Latino Papi Alex finally got the picture (I hope) and stopped texting me. For the last few weeks he was sending me these one liner texts asking when he could see me. Tony sent me some stupid mass text last night. Brian asked me to dog sit for him this week, I'm going to JAMAICA in 10 DAYS!!! (different trip from the one with Brian in February)