I am feeling infinitely better after sleeping for 16 hours last night, which was interrupted by only one melodramatic episode in which I got up to go to the bathroom and passed out on my way there. Which scared the crap out of Tony and the dogs. (I'd like to say I fainted glamorously like an Old Hollywood starlet, but I hit the floor like a dead bear.) I won't go into the nitty gritty details because it's almost dinnertime and I'm a lady, but Tony changed me out of my sweat-soaked clothes and carried me back to bed, Whitney Houston in "The Bodyguard"-style. It's always been my fantasy to be carried that way... I just wish it had been under circumstances where I looked beautiful, maybe with flowing hair in a wedding gown, not crying while asking if I pooped myself (for the record, I did not!), and if he still wanted to marry me. He said yes. That, my friends, is true romance. I spent the majority of the day in bed trolling the internet, so here are a few of the links that kept me busy...View Article
