Somehow, I woke up on Monday morning (at three in the morning because my parents didn't consider the ramifications of a 6am flight) with an entire mouth of cold sores. Since I consider it highly unlikely that I contracted herpes while on a family vacation with my parents (one of which believes, much like the father in My Big Fat Greek Wedding and the Windex, that Purell wipes are the cure to all life's evils) I'm going to go with God is smiting me for ever daring to leave Hogsmeade.
If you've ever wondered if "fully blood-blistered lips and two leprosy-esque cold sores" are ever going to be the next big thing, yeah no. I am so cute right now you have no idea.
Luckily I have a whole day to pull myself together (as in get a tan, and a mani/pedi, and these lips off mah face... the roots have to wait til next week) before my girlfraaan date tonight that will include MULTIPLE Fruit Loop martinis. And in my book, Loopy martinis are second only to butterbeer. And Jack Daniels, let's not get cray.
>> Formal Invitation Alert <<
Frankenweenie and I are crashing Chicago next Saturday! March 2nd for those of you getting down witcha bad iCal-selves. Expect live tweeting and Instagramming and horrible, horrible guilt come Budgeting Bloggers time. If you'll be anywhere in a six hour radius (I'm looking at you, L-Dawg!!) you should come to dinner! We have no details yet. I don't even know what I'm eating for breakfast yet. You in?