( tie dye roses )
I. hate. being. sick. Not kidding, I am probably the WORST sick person ever. Once it hits, don’t expect me to leave the house for ATLEAST a full 24 hours. Instead you can find me balled up on a couch making needy calls to my dad/sister/mom while begging Bitzy to heal me.
It all started last Wednesday, when I woke up with a scratchy throat and terrible sneezing fits. I knew what was coming, so I immediately started chugging water and taking shots of ACV. Come nighttime I was full blown sick-as-a-dog. Woke up every 2 hours in misery until 5am rolled around and I turned on the TV to kill time until the sun came up and I could score some drugs. One Nyquil, a solid nap, and a few doses of ColdCalm later, and I was starting to feel human again.
This time I kicked it quick, which was a damn good thing because I had a weekend filled with activities that I could not bail on. Friday night was The Style Kitten’s launch party (pics to come later this week), Saturday was a fundraiser that my BF was involved in, and Sunday was the annual Encinitas Street Fair. I don’t do near that much stuff when I am feeling well during one weekend, let alone when I am under the weather. Somehow I made it through, and I am only left with two ears that won’t pop.
TGIM & get your booty to work.
( H&M always has the best cheap jewelry finds. I don’t even really wear earrings, but for $5, these were too cute not to own. )
( Remy, the baby corgi I tried to steal. I die over those ears. )
( <3 my new Watermelon iPhone case. )
( just a few of my lovely street fair finds. )
