Remember how I started that last post with “Life has been pretty great lately”? HAHAHAHAThat ended quickly.
I’ve been sick as hell the last week, with a cold, loss of voice, and then pinkeye. How’s that for the most awesome week ever??
Why can’t I just get a normal cold like everyone else? Anytime I get sick, I get really sick. It’s no fun, especially when you live by yourself and have to take care of Floyd. It’s times like these when I miss my overbearing caretaker named Timmy (overbearing at times because he super takes care of me, even to the point of “No I don’t need soup/massage/blanket/food/drink/bath/anything! Just silence!”) (and yes I’m aware that he’s amazing for even offering those things, so don’t think I’m not grateful. I am; sometimes you just need quiet when you’re sick.)
The wedding two weekends ago was really interesting. It was in Atlanta in a location I have NEVER heard of, let alone seen but it was beautiful. It would’ve been more gorgeous had it not been raining and 60 degrees, but hey you can’t win them all.
Timmy’s neighborhood gang was all there, including a few older alums from our high school. We actually made it out to a bar afterwards like normal young people do, and got to catch up with my favorite Lyndsay. I cried when I saw her. That’s how much I missed her. All in all, it was a blast.
The wedding last weekend in St. Simon’s was amazing, and like I said before, I was determined to have a good time. And that lasted until about 9:30p at Saturday night’s shindig. I was over it. No voice. Coughing like crazy. Trying to hold conversations over a live band playing. Yea, no. It wasn’t happening.
But the weekend was seriously a blast. I got to meet Timmy’s newest nephew, Stewart a.k.a. Mr. Chins, and hang out with his sister which was so fun. We squeezed in a little beach time (and yea, east coast beaches CANNOT beat gulf coast. Not on any grading scale) and just laughed and laughed. It was a wonderful weekend, and I only wish I hadn’t been sidelined with this stupid sickness.
A week later and my voice still isn’t fully back. That blows. Although this weekend I have online classes for my Michigan program, so that should keep me quiet for another few days. Sucks that I have a full day of class on my 31st birthday this Sunday, but hey, I think I did 30 pretty good. I can sit this one out if need be.
Enjoy the photos and imagine a raspy, squeaky, cracking voice narrating them. Or not. That sounds terrible actually.
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