I’m writing this on my phone because I’m too exhausted to get out of bed and write at the computer, so hopefully this doesn’t end up looking wonky. Long day of painting my apt!
I’ve been sick this whole week, gradually getting better, but today I woke up and had completely lost my voice. My throat still hurts a little but it’s a pain in the butt not being able to talk! If I put a lot of effort in and try to talk loud, it comes out a raspy whisper. Otherwise, I’m just quietly whispering. It sucks. Especially when your boyfriend is “helping” and puts your mud boots on top of your home spun yarn. Whispering does not convey anger adequately enough.
In other news, I turned 31 on Tuesday. Wasn’t as exciting as turning 30. And the night of my birthday is when my sore throat hit and I woke up the next day witch a fever so…I’m glad I didn’t care about this birthday much haha. Nick got me flowers, spicy green sauce from my favorite food cart, and this:
I love his handwriting so much. We haven’t gone running together since October because I hurt my foot after our 5k so him getting me running shoes that fit properly is very sweet. I did tease him about calling me fat tho. Running shoes?? Ballsy.
My mom made me a rug!! She used Pendleton wool and wove me a rug that looks perfect in the living room. She’ll get mad I’m posting a picture with the hand braided fringe not all straight, but, again, I’m tired and this is best I can do:
Ok! Cross your fingers that my voice is back tomorrow! I don’t want to have to whisper at work. I leave you with Harold and Cooper loving each other: