GO DWAGS!

ugh.


I am sick. Sore throat, headache, coughing, sniffling, sneezing, popping NyQuil sick.

I came straight home at 5, which is something I haven't done in a long time. So, what is a sickie girl to do? Sleep? Soup, vitamins, blahdy blahdy blah? Obviously we are not well enough acquainted. Instead I propped up the little TV in the bathroom and plucked my eyebrows, messed with my hair, and took 45 pictures of myself while watching CSI: NY. Duh.

There is something about being sick and blah feeling that makes me want to make up for it somehow by dressing up or doing my hair or SOMETHING to not feel so blech.

Yeah, you can be jealous of my great lips; I have quite a rawr philtrum and cupids bow. I've got to have something feminine to rely on when I'm larger than all the men around me.

I got more IMs, emails, and phonecalls from friends and siblings telling me Lance announced he was gay (July 26th) than I did for my birthday (July 25th) Irma finds this hilarious.

On Saturday I was up in Mesquite at Deborah's house, which was fun. We went swimming in her GIGANTIC pool and I got a sunburn on my face and shoulders--which has now turned into a tanline on my shoulders and "color" in my cheeks. (Rock on!) I am naturally about as pale as humanly possible while still having melanin, so having a little "color" is welcome. It comes with the agreement that it will fade in less than a week. Oh well.

While we were in Mesquite Elizabeth, Deborah, and I went to Wal-Mart. (I love going places with my sisters, and it would have been fun if Meridith could have been there.) I brought my camera, as I am very picture-happy nowadays. I took a lot of silly shots and a lot that were demanded to be deleted (ha! you wish!) But this was my very favorite:

Elizabeth meets coconut while Deborah meets petite grapes. Those are definitely not their natural smiles, hahaha

While in the bakery we happened upon little cakes decorated like small dogs. That was hilarious in itself; however, Deborah found one that had "GO DWAGS" written in frosting. (Rather than "dawgs", we assume.)

Because of being sick my voice has gone all wonky. I keep calling it my "manly" voice, which makes Jayar uncomfortable, hahaha. Instead I am supposed to refer to it as my "case of the sexy voice", as Deborah would say. Hahahaha! Jayar had me call some clients today and I was slightly protesting because of how I sounded, hehe. He said this is the kind of voice that is perfect for calling people. "Hhhhhey Baby!" Haha, I sound like a 60-year-old smoker.

Meridith: "I haven't talked to you in a long time."
Susannah: "Yeah, it's been a little while."
Meridith: "I hardly recognized your voice."
Susannah: "HAHAHAHAHAHAA; that's because my voice is gone!"
Meridith: "Oh, I knew something was different. You answered to your name so I knew it was you!"

hahaha, she is so randomly funny.