I have been sick for just over a week. At first, it was a cold - annoying but can be dealt with. That was most of last week.
Monday was rough, but I figured it was because I was worn out after my first day back at work.
Tuesday, it hit. By Tuesday afternoon I was feverish, miserable, and even a little disoriented. I had a meeting until 6, but I had decided to take Wednesday off. Finally, today, I am feeling a bit better. Even got out for a run this evening.
None of this is the point, but it is good background info for this very important fact:
When I was a kid, my grandma would bring me an Oreo Blizzard every time I was sick. Every. Time.
Grandma is gone, and we miss her for so many reasons. Oreo Blizzards are no where near the top of that amazing list, but they are on the list.
So, alas... no Oreo Blizzard.
Second best... Oreo cookies and milk. I figured I could just shake 'em up in my mouth. Kinda the same, right?
So my wonderful, doting husband asks me last night if he could bring me anything. He probably thought medicine. I said "milk and Oreos please." Yep, even said please.
Wait for it....
What is wrong with this picture?
Who in their right mind eats ONE Oreo cookie? I've never heard of such nonsense!
I gave Jeremy a VERY hard time about this major flaw, and I told him I would have to blog about it. I must stay true to my word, right? He clearly doesn't know me at all!
I mean, 3 cookies is a minimum, right? Who's with me? Then, you always sneak back for one or two more that you don't admit to, right? Those extras don't go on the Weight Watcher tracking form. Ha ha ha!
Anyhow, morals of the story:
1. Miss you Grandma!
2. Feeling better.
3. Thank you Jeremy.
4. 3 cookie minimum, Jeremy, with a blind eye to 4 and 5.
What foods/treats do you crave when you're sick?
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