Hola, er, blogsters. Blogsters? Good grief. I’m sick! For some reason I thought I could escape the nasty cold that 80% of my co-workers have, being that I take lots of vitamins and wash my hands a zillion times a day, but NOPE. It started hitting me Wednesday evening and today is in full bloooom. Gross.

Luckily I don’t have any major priorities this weekend. I was scheduled to have a dentist appointment this morning, but I moved it up a few Saturdays. The thought of cold + dentist just sounded too awful.

My in-laws, unfortunately, picked this weekend to come into town, but they are staying at the Manse, not with us, so hopefully they won’t get my cold. They came over yesterday when they first arrived into town and dropped off an old queen-sized bed they were no longer using for our guest room. Tonight they’ll be coming over to our house for dinner, but since I’m sick the responsibility for making dinner is on Joshy’s shoulders. PHEW.

Here’s that dude the night that the Seahawks lost the Super Bowl, right before I forced him to shave off his beard. I’m THE WORST.

Here he is afterwards, with the (short-lived) delusional idea that I would let him keep that gross little pencil mustache. Nope! Last night he told me that he wants Russell Wilson’s haircut, and when he showed me a picture of what he meant I said, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He’s out at the barber right now and I shudder to think what he’ll look like when he returns. OH WELL! Some things I gotta let go of!

Nail polish + dog leash fashions. Pretty pretty?

The ol’ VW Passat reached 100,000 miles this week! The mechanic warned me that after 90,000 VWs “fall apart”, causing me to be extremely nervous, but here we are and it’s doing just fine (KNOCK ON WOOD).

Still going strong, and I’m not even embarrassed about it any more. Well, not that embarrassed. We are up to Season 6. I say “we” because Josh has been watching it with me. He even enjoyed it the first time around, when it ran from 1994-2003.

Ball time ball time ball time! I was too sick to take the rogs for a walk yesterday after work (it was pouring rain, and windy), so Maggie tortured me with whining and whimpering and not leaving my side until Josh came home and took them for a walk. Good grief. Needy animals!

Now I’m going to pour myself a giant mug of green tea and toddle down to the gym/painting room and work on my latest painting. I figure, if I’m going to sit around all day blowing snot out of my nose I might as well accomplish something creative, right? Right.

* aka this morning:

(you’re welcome)