Ugh

I didn't go to work today because I'm sick.  With what I'm not sure.  It feels like a hangover: headache, chills, fever, dizziness and aches all over, but I think when you haven't been drinking it's called the flu.  (I have not been drinking.)  I've been in bed or on the couch or asleep in the bed or asleep on the couch for the past three days.  The dogs have been beyond themselves with excitement.  I mean, I'm participating in their most favorite activities: sleeping on the bed or sleeping on the couch.   Only my dad who brought a big bag of dog food yesterday was more beloved.

Being sick meant that I was unable to go take Verona some books.  I raided my stash of children's books at school (which are mine, because I got grants for them, in case you think I'm stealing from school) so that I could take him my most favorite books.  Plus let's be honest, once he can start actually reading I'm sure the "funny looking" words will just cause problems and I'll take them back.

Some of my most favorite books:

Toupie aime Toupie

in which Toupie falls in love with himself.

Un ami pour Toupie

in which Toupie finds a worm and dresses him up so he'll be his friend.

Toupie a peur

in which an ant climbs on top of Toupie, inadvertently scares him and then intentionally does

 a danse, pour consoler Toupie.

I don't know what Toupie is, but he sure has some great adventures.

The only other thing I've done this weekend is fall in love with David Tutera.  I didn't think that there could be an antidote to the jaded, casino floor desolation feeling that inevitably comes after watching Bridezillas, but David Tutera...he made me cry.  So did the Jason Aldean video "Tatoos on this Town," and I've already seen that a bunch of times, so I think it must have been the non-alcohol induced hangover (flu.)