I'm pretty sure I caught Gracie's virus Sunday night, and I still feel like death.
I haven't stepped foot in the gym in a week.
Breakfast this morning was approximately two cookies.
I last washed my hair three days ago (though I promise I have bathed since then).
My kid gave Grumpy Cat a run for his money yesterday morning, and I officially lost my patience around meltdown number 4. I feel guilty for being so thankful to be able to drop her off at school (where she apparently behaved like an angel).
My company's Christmas party is in three days, and I still need to buy jewelry, get a spray tan, get my hair colored, and get a pedicure. (Who wants to bet that most of these things won't happen?)
I am already craving another vacation.