I had pictures to show you. But I don't.
I wish I had good news. But I don't.
I'm sick. I don't feel good.
And I look like a leper. (Actually, lepers should be offended.) Not to mention, the bangs are pinned back. Bad bangs + snot = Gross Heather.
Two great things happened this week: Phil's baby came! A Boy! John! Alright! I can't wait to meet him.
I forgot the second great thing, but I'm sure I'll remember it...
I am full of disgusting. Gross. Yuck.