You see, it's the day before Thanksgiving and I am too sick and flu-ey to go with Poppa Trix to the grocery store. In a futile effort to feel better, I took cough medicine, congestion medicine, and some extra strength Tylenol. I attempted to get dressed, even applying uncharacteristically excessive amounts of eye makeup to try to mask my death-warmed-over appearance, but Poppa said I still looked wretchedly ill. In truth, I am in no shape to go - I almost fell over into the fridge while I was trying to ascertain whether or not we needed more eggs.
