Saturday, May 03, 2008

If Whiskey Doesn't Kill Me, I Don't Know What Will

The Affiliate got laid off ... again. It's just a side effect of this robust economy all of the righties are talking about. On the plus side, The Affiliate is the greatest employee of all time, so anyone would be lucky to get her on the payroll.

It doesn't help that I'm sick as hell right now. Cough. Congestion. Sneezing. Sore throat. I left work early last night, because I figured sitting at home was better than walking outside in the rain. Tonight looks a little better.

Stuff like this lightens my spirits a bit.



At some point I am going to start watching Olberman on TV, rather than hearing about the great bits after the fact. Today is not that day, however.

35 days until I'm married. Sorry, single chicks.

Your Nighttime, Sniffling, Sneezing, Coughing, Aching , Stuffy-Head, Fever leader.

3 comments:

Gisleson said...

35 days? I supposed that means I should have RSVPed by now.

Put me down as a no show, but save me a bottle of something in case I ever start drinking again.

DiscordianStooge said...

Shocking.

Sara D. said...

Do I need to loan you my Vicks Vapo Rub humidifier?

PS-I don't personally know any single chicks, but I'm sure it is possible that somewhere someone MIGHT be crying themselves to sleep over your upcoming nuptials...even if it is just Danielle. Kidding. I'm way excited for you, although it is kind of like you guys are married already. See you soon Mr. Police Officer.