But, I'm up and at 'em (kind of) this morning. I made it into work and I'm just trying to will myself to get better before 8:20 tonight. If it means taking all of the cold medicine I can find, then so be it. Because I'll be doing cartwheels tonight regardless.
It's today, you guys. Mariah is on a plane home as I type this. In 13 hours, she will be here in Utah. And I- am losing my mind. Which isn't saying too much right now because I've come down with quite the cold, so my brain is a little foggy and I can't breathe through my nose. So last night when Landon was like, "Are you so excited that Mariah is coming home tomorrow?" And I was able to wheeze, "I'm so exciiiitteeeddd..." And he was like, "That's like, the least excited I've seen you for the last few months." Basically, this is a perfect description of our exchange: