So I am sitting here, resplendant in my sock slippers and yoga pants
wrapped up in a Lightning McQueen blanket and surrounded by a sea of wadded up tissues when the doorbell rings.
I get up to go to the door, passing the window as I stagger the 10 feet and notice the lawnmower guy literally JUMP off the front doorstep when he sees me through the window..
As I open the door he recoils in horror.
‘That bad, huh?’ I chuckle.
‘It is not swine flu is it?’
‘No just your garden variety’
‘Well, get better soon’ he says backing away even further.
Holy Shit, mother fucker! I even frighten myself.