It happened, my husband was write and I got the flu, but since I'm a woman and still have responsibilities I haven't died just yet.
Infact, last night my best friend called, she had just gotten out of a relationship and feels the need to get away. I suggested that she comes to my side of the world thinking that we would rent a holiday flat for the weekend and have some fun but she insisted to come to my place.
That isn't a problem except for the fact the we don't really have a place for her to sleep. Unless she wants to try and share a double bed with my husband and me. So I decided that today I would move the furniture away in my sick and weak state to try make some space or at least to see if we can get a couch with the antique arm chairs we have.
I did it, I moved everything alone and I feel like I'm superwoman for being able to do so.
Now if only I can powerlift this flu and fly it over the ocean to drown and die a horrible death, my day would be complete.
Xoxo
