The cold has taken hold with a vengeance. This week has consisted of daily struggles to pull my body out of bed and take care of business. Some days I succeeded better than others.
Yesterday morning, I croaking my way through an hour of preschool music groups with the enthusiastic help of my practicum student. After running various and sundry errands, I popped into Grocery Outlet and found a felicitous find.
Cadbury's Crunchie bars.
Three for a dollar.
I snatched up a dozen or so and enjoyed one as soon as I got home.
Then I noticed that they were made in England, which it totally ridiculous because how could you expect to find such scrum-diddly-umptiously authentic English Cadbury chocolate for 33.3334 cents a piece? I don't think that puny price even covers what it costs to make them.
Which explains why, after lying in bed for a couple of hours this morning, feeling like death warmed over, thinking about those Crunchie bars and wondering why I didn't just buy the whole bloomin' lot, I dragged myself out of my sick bed and directly to Grocery Outlet.
Which would explain this box of Crunchie bars sitting on my unsanitized kitchen counter.
When I got home, I started catching up on my perusal of the week's newspapers. Monday's paper was full of comic strips that related so closely to my life that I had to share.
First, the weather of late.
The state of my health...
...and subsequent plans for revenge.
My motivation today.
My shopping habit.
And a couple that just spoke to me.
Happy weekend everyone.
And now, back to bed.
Book three of The Hunger Games is awaiting my snifflycroakysneezy self..