I Blew My Nose All Weekend or How I Spent My Wedding Anniversary

This past Saturday was my seventeenth wedding anniversary. Sadly, a particularly nasty strain of the cold virus invaded our home last week and by Saturday, I was a mess. I spent most of the day on the couch with Vicks Vapor Rub on my feet and a dab of Vaseline up my nose, all while sporting three day old jammies. Oh, and I may or may not have been a mouth breather.

I know right now you are thinking that my husband is a lucky, lucky man.

I did manage to put on pants and go to dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant Saturday night. Neither one of us was feeling incredibly hungry so we split the Hot and Spicy burrito. Few things say true love like splitting a Hot and Spicy burrito on your anniversary. If you think about it, it's kind of the gift that keeps on giving.

Ew. Let's not think about it. Moving on.

I'll let you in on a rule about being sick in my family: Whoever (whomever?) is the sicko has complete and utter control over the TV. Years ago I made up this rule and I really don't know why. I've been stuck watching twelve hours of Spongebob on several occasions. Last week when my husband was sick, I had to endure way more woodworking shows and Modern Marvels episodes than a lessor person could handle.

This weekend, I was the sicko and the TV remote was mine. BWAHAHAHA! (that's my maniacal laugh) This might shock you, but I didn't watch endless hours of Real Housewives or even my new fave, Dance Moms. Nope, instead I watched the severely underrated Patrick Swayze movie 'Roadhouse'.

Watching 'Roadhouse' in and of itself isn't a bad thing. Until you couple it with the fact that I spent more than one occasion last week watching that very movie. I can't help it. That movie is unintentionally hilarious. And Patrick Swayze as a bouncer cooler? Yes, please.

By Sunday my entire family had had enough of me having complete control of the TV remote. They rebelled against me. Husband against wife. Children against mother. The rebellion got ugly. My zebra print Snuggie was a casualty. Someone 'accidentally' dropped strawberries on her.

It was at this point that I agreed to find something quasi interesting for the whole family to watch. Enter Discovery Channel's Gold Rush. If you are not familiar with this show, it chronicles three groups of men digging for gold in Alaska. It entertained us for hours. I got so sucked into the marathon that I forgot about watching the Oscars. Gasp!

I might never be the same. I love an awards show and I still can't believe that I missed the Oscars. My mind is simply not strong enough to handle the one-two punch of Gold Rush and my grief over the strawberry spill on my Snuggie.

Fortunately for me, I received this lovely Mission style desk chair for my craft room as an anniversary gift.

And that makes up for being sick on my anniversary and missing the Oscars in favor of a bunch of grizzly looking men digging for gold.

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