I wish I could say that I’ve wracked up 210+ miles and 73,000 sit-ups in the past few days, but that’s not why I’ve dropped 3lbs since Sunday morning. I’ve got the Cruddy Cold Croup: fever, throat a’flame, breathing out of one nostril 45% of the time, and the appetite of a runway model with ADD off her meds.
I totally forget to eat too….yea, not even close.
Anyways, this is my Comfort Command Center, fully stocked with all the elements that a girl would need to recover.
As well as my supplies that should help shock my system back to
These are just a substitute for what all people need when they’re sick: their moms.