Can't think of an interesting title Thursday...

Sorry...I'm all out of creativity right now. I'm one sick puppy...trying to pretend I'm not. We backed out of our weekend plans to go to Canton, Texas to go Christmas shopping...mostly because I'm too sick to travel six hours to walk about pure shopping heaven, spend the night in a hotel, go back the next day, shop all day and ride back home six hours...then do all the things at home that I have to do to get ready for the next week. I'm too sick to shop. Now, that's sick. I haven't heard from my sister-in-law...but I feel pretty sure that she's not going to be too happy. Honestly, I wish I felt better and could go...but even though I'm here at work...trying hard to make it through the day...I'm sick and need to be in bed.

I say that...but at lunch today, I went to Penney's to just look around for some Christmas ideas and I found three pairs of shoes for me! Yes! I am the proud new owner three pairs of shoes that I actually love and feel comfortable in. Yeah!!!! I'm going to take 15 minutes tonight (as sick as I am) to go through all my other shoes and get rid of all the pairs that I don't like or wear or feel completely wonderful in. They have a pair in navy and red that I like, too...I just may have to get them...eventually. As soon as I stop having to spend money on medicine. Then...I'm going to find some pants, tops, and a few other necessities...and I'll be all set.

I had to go to the pharmacy today to buy some stuff for these ulcers in my mouth. It's Orabase paste. According to the directions, you apply the paste to the affected areas which it clearly states can be inside the mouth. But then the warning read..."In case of accidental ingestion, contact a Poison Control Center." What the heck? It's made to go in your mouth...Uh, I think I'm probably going to ingest at least a little. Oh, God...I already feel like crap...just take me now. Here...I'm going to help you...in the name of trying to make myself feel better...I'm going to ingest a little poison that they sell over the counter. If I never write again, somebody call my house and see if I'm dead or alive. Makes me think that maybe I ought to give somebody access to my blog just in case.