B-B-B-B Bad to the Bone

Last night I was cranky and wanted to do something outright BAD.

I debated sending Ron to the grocery store to buy the ingredients for homemade chocolate chip cookies. The plan: eat a bunch of dough and then bake a few and eat those hot and melty off the pan. I decided against it (my arteries thank me).

Next I debated logging onto Amazon.com and ordering a ton of books for overnight delivery so I could continue my book binge this weekend. When I thought it over, I changed my mind (my bank account thanks me).

Finally, I crawled into bed at 7:16pm and pondered what the heck was UP. Why did I want to be so B-B-B-B Bad?

“What’s wrong?” Ron said when he saw me in bed.

“Maybe I’m getting sick,” I said.

“Do you have symptoms?”

“No," I said. "Except I’m exhausted. And I’ve been sneezing all day. And my throat hurts."

Suddenly everything was making a little more sense. Ron rubbed my back and brought me liquids to drink and I feel much better today. But I still bought chocolate chips at the grocery store this morning...just in case.