freakgirl.com the delicious frosting on your internet

I Am Sick

I am sick. Not sure how I caught it or what it is, but I’ve been awake since 2:00am running a fever and dealing with a very sore throat. Gross. My head has mostly stopped throbbing, I’m still sweating like a pig and I’m as weak as an infant, but at least I don’t feel like I want to die anymore. I have plans with Beth tonight to go biking, and I’ve been looking forward to it for a week, and I just don’t know what I’m going to do. Also, Charlotte is hard at work downstairs with the painting…I need to wait for her to get to a certain point and then I can finally go back to bed. Please send chicken soup and ibuprofen.

EDITED: Goddamn, my dining room is looking crazy lovely. The before/after is going to knock yer socks off. Ya’ll are gonna die. For now, I’m going back to bed.

Caption This Picture

Caption this picture (larger size after the jump).

Identity Theft Is Not A Joke, Jim

Lisa sent me this teaser for an upcoming episode of The Office. BEARS, BEETS, BATTLESTAR GALACTICA.

Tiramisu Cupcake

I made three dozen of these babies for my friend’s brunch on Saturday. It’s a tiramisu cupcake and it tasted like happy.

Busy Freaking Weekend

So, that was our Friday night! The geekboy and I left the house around 5:30pm in order to get to the restaurant by 7:00pm. According to our calculations, we would arrive around 6:45pm. It took us nearly one hour just to get to the NJ Turnpike, which is usually a 20-minute drive. I don’t know what was going on, but it was not typical rush-hour traffic. It ended up taking us about 2 1/2 hours to get to Marlton, NJ. The geekboy’s bladder nearly burst and I nearly had a stroke from being pissed off. Turned out the group we were meeting had terrible cab problems, so we weren’t really all that late. And the restaurant? Was so good, I almost forgot how long it took us to get there.

Long Night

We had dinner with Chuck, Emilie and Yeti last night in Philly. WE JUST GOT HOME. Things tend to spiral out of control when we get together. Details on Monday, if I live that long.

Oh, Hell No

Oh, HELL TO THE NAW.

Go Meat!

Kim over at Fresh Hell blogged about this commercial for Hillshire Farms that cracks her up. I thought I was the only one! I cannot get enough of this commercial; the woman kills me, with her little dance and “WOO!” at the end.