I've been nursing a really heinous head cold for most of this week.

(still worth kissing the sick boyfriend.)

Ew. I sound a little like a man, a little like Fran Drescher.

So sitting here sick on my couch, all I really want is: 

 my snuggly trailblazers blanket 

my even snugglier boyfriend 

a steamed apple cider from starbucks 

to be snuggled up somewhere like this: 

with a good book
and my super snuggly boyfriend

my favorite sweatpants 

a really comfy worn-in boyfriend-y sweater 

some french toast 

and hashbrowns smothered in cheese

oh, and did i mention, my super snuggly boyfriend? 

him, too. 

(being sick has left both of us mucho under-snuggled) 

(scary...or sicky...)

xoxox.

sicko ma gick oh

I am one sick girl.

You know you're real sick when the General Manager walks downstairs, hears you coughing and tells your boss that you'll be taking a sick day tomorrow.

Sounds alright to me. I need the rest. 

So here I sit on my couch with my DayQuil (and NyQuil), Orange Juice, Chocolate Milk, and my remote.

I can't even begin to think about really eating.

All I've had today was a bag of chips when I realized around 4:30 that I had yet to eat today.

Ew.

All I want are Dole Coconut Popsicles.

MMmmmmMMmmm.

Those things are DANK.

Alas, I can't peel myself off my couch....so they'll have to wait til tomorrow. 

I can't freakin wait to see this movie. I tear up nearly every time I see it. Seriously. Sandra Bullock has long been my favorite actress, and now I love her even more. Plus...football. Duh. Oh and a Jack's Mannequin song in the trailer = ♥

Oh and I have some backed up posts, so expect an overload. :)

xoxo.