Gasping for Air

I haven't been sick since I had to take an entire month off of work in March 2006. It was immediately after that bout that I started training for my first half-marathon and somehow that kicked my immunity up to indestructible levels.

19 whole months free of germs.

Until the sweetest little boy--who just happened to have the sniffles--lay kisses on me all day Saturday. Now I can't breathe.

It's been a good month since I saw the inside of a gym. The combination of work hours and lack of energy don't make it easy to keep up my exercise routine. God knows I'm paying for it now that my pants fit a little snug. I know it's not gigantism either. And I was just thinking earlier this week that I damn well better get back there lest I get sick soon.

I guess the joke's on me.

Monsieur and I had a real date planned for tonight, too. One that didn't involve beer and/or watching football like the last 6 weekends of our lives. Not that I mind that, it's just that a girl deserves a little romance now and then. In a dress. With George Clooney.

I even shaved my legs.

Dammit.