Feeling 90% Better Makes Me Happy

I had to leave work yesterday because I was feeling as sick as a girl can feel. Booooo. Matt came by during his lunch break to make me feel better. Like the amazing boyfriend he is, he was being sweet even though I looked like death.

"Cutie, why are you so cute?"
"I'M NOT!! Look at me!!"

We have such great conversations.

So now that I can blog via my phone, I am going to try to post every day... Or you know, more than once every 5 months, which is my personal record. Im sure Miaya will be happy!

I Googled "Happy Russian."

The latest in my culinary adventures occurred during my breakfast this morning. (Well, considering we are talking about a cupcake, maybe I should consider it a reaaaallllly late dessert from yesterday.) This cupcake had glitter. 

¡It was a Ke$sha-fied cupcake! 

At work, I felt pretty useless because I was still getting to feeling better. So I did nothing. And that was ugh. So, to fix the ugh, I put my running shoes for *drumroll* the first time in 9 months. Since I broke my foot, I haven't been physically able to work out. 

This is me. Man, what an unflattering color shirt I have on.

So the run was terrible. My balance was off, my strides were uneven, my feet hit the ground wrong, and I couldn't go more than a few steps without feeling pain. It definitely did not help the ughs that I was feeling. In fact, the ughs turned into UGHs. 

Sad feet.

The rest of the night was spent with boyfriend. We ordered in Papa Johns and drank winter beer (which means its officially winter). Caught up on Sunday's episode of Dexter. Zagh, it was so good. If you need some good ol serial killer action in your life, watch this show. This season is especially great because he is starting to lose it. ...See how that's funny?

Matt being a man and fetching us some Papa Johns pizza.

Peace out, Monday.