Having made it through the day without bitching once about the vicious DOMS afflicting my entire upper body (ok, that's #1), I drove home with fantasies swimming through my mind about the OOB Icecream - to that point, untouched in my freezer.
It was pretty amazing. It really does taste of christmas - citrusy, spicy, just so good. I ate... more than that little cup you see. I did photograph my serve, but it's disappeared from the card. My camera ate it.
Then I fell into a deep deep sugar coma on the couch, waking up when The Programmer burst in the door, box of tissues in hand, coughing, sneezing and sounding generally unwell. Uh oh.
We had intended to go out tonight, but neither of us feel quite up to it. I really hope I'm not coming down with whatever nasty he's got! Positive thinking, vitamin slamming, a kissing ban, making a pillow barrier in the bed and just.. living in denial will keep that far away from my bod.
We let The Thai Orchid take care of dinner.
And that, my friends, is an exciting Friday, yes?
I think other plans for the evening include blobbing in front of the teev and getting an early night. Seriously, I should try and curb my party animal ways :-/
I'll be back tomorrow with something more substantial. I hope your Friday rocked a little harder than mine! Any big plans for the weekend?