Girl, You're in Denial
My husband says I'm in denial. I don't think I'm getting sick...really.
Okay, so maybe my throat is scratchy and closing up...maybe it's from the cat sleeping close to my face last night in bed.
Okay, so maybe I sound raspy...maybe it's my new sexy voice suddenly maturing.
Either way, I don't think I'm getting sick.
Seriously, the body aches...I was at the gym Monday and today (working hard, might I add).
He looks at me, shakes his head and says..."Girl, you are in denial".
FINE, be that way!
Come on, I'm super tired because the new dog is waking me early. My voice, eh, that's nothing, and the cough I'm starting with...ummm, ummm, well, must be the lousy air quality! Yeah, that's the ticket.
By the way, I do want to add, that the lady we saw out today....40 dressing like your 20, and NOT pulling it off...SHE was clearly in denial!
Okay, so maybe my throat is scratchy and closing up...maybe it's from the cat sleeping close to my face last night in bed.
Okay, so maybe I sound raspy...maybe it's my new sexy voice suddenly maturing.
Either way, I don't think I'm getting sick.
Seriously, the body aches...I was at the gym Monday and today (working hard, might I add).
He looks at me, shakes his head and says..."Girl, you are in denial".
FINE, be that way!
Come on, I'm super tired because the new dog is waking me early. My voice, eh, that's nothing, and the cough I'm starting with...ummm, ummm, well, must be the lousy air quality! Yeah, that's the ticket.
By the way, I do want to add, that the lady we saw out today....40 dressing like your 20, and NOT pulling it off...SHE was clearly in denial!