So, dang. I had such big plans for this weekend. None of them included holding a thermo meter under my tongue.
A metering device that measures my thermo just confirmed my worst fear. I'm on fire.
Pffft. That didn't stop me though. I still made it to work last night at the Cowboy Stadium where I promptly lost my voice. I also made it out to breakfast this morning for my newest addiction, the spinach soufflé. I then made it all the way to my bed.
Hatin' life right now ... but don't worry. I'll make it out to lunch tomorrow!
I think the tacos are winning ...