I woke up this morning with an INCREDIBLY sore throat. Like, it hurts to swallow my piping hot tea. And okay, so my tea isn’t actually piping hot. I prefer my “hot” drinks to be precisely room temperature. Mom and Sis make fun of me for this, but I swear, any hotter and I’ll get a 3rd degree burn. I’m sensitive.
So, woke up this AM with a sore throat. Hurts to swallow my spit, which is just insane. And why do I feel the need to swallow 47 times a minute when my throat hurts, but only 7 times in an entire day when I’m feeling fine. Ugh. And whatever post-nasal drip is, I swear I have that, too. It can only be one thing. I’m dying.
Yep. I said it. Death is knocking on my door.
Then Hubs told me don’t be so crazy and it’s probably just allergies since we slept with the slider open last night.
Oh. Right. Allergies. Makes more sense, I suppose.
In other news, I am trying out Safeway.com and their delivery system for the first time. I went online, picked my groceries and scheduled my delivery time. (Saturday between 11-3, in case you were wondering.) First time customers aren’t charged the delivery fee, which is pretty sweet. Even if I DID have to pay the delivery fee, pretty sure the $7 I spend on it is less than what I’d spend if I were walking aimlessly up and down the aisles, putting things in my cart. Things like “potato shoestrings” or “sweet gherkin pickles.”
The weekend is upon us. Tonight I’m getting my hur did. And my bangs are thanking me. They are off the hook, outta control. They seriously have a mind of their own.