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Yesterday when my mom came to visit me (aka bring food, clean my house, play with my kids and listen to me give her bossy advice about her sons/my brothers), she told me I looked like death.
WELL MOM, if THIS:
…LOOKS LIKE DEATH…
Then sign me up! Bowchickabowbow.
Ok fine, that is pretty bad — explains why a neighbor just looked at me weird when I said hello while trying to pick up the girls from school without passing out.
Being sick is no fun.
I do love the husband getting me late night slurpies on demand — that is pretty awesome. I might consider keeping this up a bit longer.