Last night JD carried me upstairs, brushed the hair from my eyes, and promised it'd be okay. He knew I was stressed, but somehow managed to pick up all the pieces I dropped and carried on. The antibiotics had yet to kick in, so I coughed until I cried. No crying, he said, we're going to be fine. As we weave our way through California into Arizona this morning, we are fine. Just as he promised.
JD managed to pack our bags for a month, load our gear, organize our toiletries, and intentionally omit the miniature suit case of dog clothes I packed for Polo. Now, I don't know what this really means (I might be wearing a mix of hot mess clothes because I didn't pack myself), but what I do know is we've officially hit the road for a wild adventure.
I've been feeling pretty down about my sickness, but this video made me laugh. Out loud. As soon as I'm healthy enough, I'm so going to add this to my workout…
Speaking of totally random bouts of laughter, I can't help but appreciate a little bit snarkdom…
Sometimes I wish I could use this emoticon and people would know exactly how I'm feeling…
I'll end with this lil note from Dr. Seuss because, really, he has it going on and this'll be my mantra for the month…
Happy Friday!
