The Plague Continues

Yeah, so, note to self:
When suddenly aware of how long it's been since you've been sick, quickly move away from that train of thought lest you suffer the fate of the Cubs every time one of the fucking announcers says something like "The Cubs haven't lost a game at home in...." or "Ryan Dempster is going for his blankth win at home today", and such and such.

Suck.

Seriously.

The good news, we've finally set a date. I can't tell you what it is, however, for fear that you might write that date down and then use the time to hatch a plan to lie in wait until all of my loved ones are at my wedding and descend onto their homes to rob them of their things.

Yes, that's right. This was what my mother warned me about when sending out a public wedding announcement.
She's such a "glass half full" type, you know?

In other news, I am now an iPhone user. (Note to selves, thieves.) I heart it more than a whole lot of things I've ever hearted before.
It's the closest thing we've got to a Tri-Corder in this day and age and puts a nice band-aid on the seeping wound in my soul that I'm not driving around in a flying car right now.

Hey, also.
Russia? I'm sorry. Isn't there some kind of law or something that there's no war allowed..or at the VERY least, no NEW war allowed during the Olympics? Way to suck, Russia. Honestly, I think we can all agree that once again, you manage to take the fun out of something awesome.

Russia, the world's own embarrassingly inappropriate dinner guest.