I must have caught something vicious on the plane. I have been in bed for two days since I have been back and feel just awful. Awful, I tell you! I was hoping to see some other friends, my cousin Vinny and his new wife but feel like I need to stay in bed and kick this deathly cold before Kitty's wedding.
On an annoying note, it's the first time that I have seen my things that were recovered from the Katie robbery and some of the items look like shit. My bags are filthy, my sweaters are stained, she dismantled a bikini top to use as a string in order to identify "her" suitcase in the baggage carousel and she confessed to having more things. So on top of trying to nurse the flu, I have to meet up with this person to get the rest of my things.
On a super cute French side note, I skyped with Séb who said "Oh là là" when he saw my ugly, drained, puffy, red-nosed face (not the cute part) and asked me what the pharmacist said in regards to my condition. How cute, he's thinking as if I went to a French Pharmacie where you tell the pharmacist your symptoms and the medicine is issued accordingly. I told him that Regina at Rite Aid in Mineola didn't care if I bought medicine for a urinary tract infection or if I stocked up on more than one brand just as long as my credit card passed.
My mother made a big pot of Pasta e Fagioli, I'm camped out in bed and I have been catching up on all of the fall shows I missed in the hopes of being in tip-top shape for the wedding festivities that start on Wednesday. And by the way, cats make terrible nurses. Bitches.
Paris me manque déjà! (I'm speaking in 'code' to my francoreaders...)