Anyways, I have been super busy over the past week fighting some sort of Noro-ish virus and working. Yes, the noro-ish virus (not officially diagnosed by a professional, just by me and various internet sites) hit me last Friday and made me waste an entire weekend by laying around.
While I thought I was knocking on death's door about this same time last week, it never answered. So, I survived to tell the story.
All I know is, if I in fact had norovirus, that is reason #386 as to why I will never go on a cruise. If I had to rank all of my reasons, it would be rank in the top 4 along with:
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| #1 - Boat Sinking |
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| #2 Having to hang out with these people |
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| #3 Dinners with strangers and unsolicited entertainment from the staff |
Despite the fact I was unable to display my impeccable spray tan and new outfits to the general public last weekend, I did achieve 36+ hours of sleep, which does WONDERS for puffy eyes.
I'm not saying a stomach virus is replacement for rest and routine cosmetic surgery, but I will say, I've never looked so "not tired" on a Monday morning in a very, very long time - or been excited to go to work on a Monday. Hey, I was excited to finally get out of the house.
In Other Equally Nauseating News
As I mentioned earlier, DSS would have already intervened if this blog were a child. And speaking of potential visits from the Dept. Social Service/Child Services...
Congratulations to Snooki!!
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Anyways, who would have thought such monumental life moments would happen mere months after she peed all over herself on a dance floor. People grow up quick. You know what they say, like mother like infant. However, I pray that she will use baby wipes and diapers on the kid as opposed to perfume and double pairs of underwear like she used for herself.
Editor's Note: The happy couple/proud parents are registered at Ultra Tan.






