...hunkered down next to my space heater, watching Wife Swap reruns, for the rest of the day.Ben says I have a "bad cold." I say the concrete in my sinuses, and the anvil wedged into my forehead, are my comuppins for filling our "premium only" truck with regular grade gas. The universe is punishing me for my automobile trespasses. Either that, or it's the result of spending the last week wiping Whitney's runny nose.
Anyway, I'll see what kind of affliction the universe spanks me with after I spend the afternoon watching three straight episodes of Wife Swap, followed-up with some Maury Povich.
