When we last left CG (Cleavage Girl, for new readers), she was down with a bad cold. Which she ungraciously gave to me. However, do not despair! I fought it with my non-patented anti-cold treatment and managed to throw off most of it over the weekend. By Monday, I was back at work, snarky as ever.
On Tuesday, CG arrived late, as usual, sporting dark glasses and looking like a punk Jackie O who’d spent too much time in the tattoo parlors. She was wearing the see-through black bra under a barely-there black top. Breasts overflowed their confines. This was rivaled only by the impudent thrust of her over-large ass in skin-tight pants that looked more like leggings. I sort of remember that style fondly, but moving on….
She’d had the cold for more than a week and still she was coughing, hacking, and dragging around like someone who’d been smoking weed for days and hadn’t eaten. Hello, Raccoon Eyes! I always thought that was an expression, but no, they exist. I wasn’t worried. I’d already gotten her germs. There was nothing worse she could do to me.
Wednesday, she showed up just before noon. This, after the Boss told her to come in early. Still had the migraine and yes, was wearing the owlish dark glasses. She also informed us she had period cramps. TMI, anyone? (No, I am not sticking pins in a voodoo doll; she’s just going through a rough patch.) Even sick as a dog, she offered plenty of attitude. Still coughing, still moaning, she was a wondrous sight to behold. I learned her mother, with whom she lives, is a health nut. A health nut that’s had the same nasty cold for the last couple of weeks.
I used to be a health nut. I gave it up for Lent, preferring to employ methods that actually work.
Okay, that was facetious. My immune system is pretty damn good. I don’t smoke, I drink wine all the damn time, and I never touch meat. Somehow, that works for me. ;/ By the way, my voice has acquired that sexy timber that colds often impart. I wish I could hang on to that! Otherwise, I feel fine.
Church Lady offered plenty of snide comments when CG wasn’t in hearing distance. Church Lady doesn’t respect CG. She thinks our tattooed lass shirks her work. Mostly, I tend to agree, but I do it silently.
In other news, my sweetie, AJ, hit #1 in the UK on Wednesday and the U.S. on Thursday. I’m so very proud of him! If you haven’t visited yet, stop by and say hello. I caution you, he may not be wearing pants.
The artwork is courtesy of Will Parkinson, who is number five on the list. Thanks, Will, and congrats!