Happy *cough, cough* anniversary!

Seventeen years ago today, I was nauseated, nervous, a little sick. I was getting ready to walk down the aisle and marry my sweetie. (Definitely the best decision I ever made!)

Today, I'm nauseated, coughing, and more than a little sick. This fricking-fracking cold will not go away, in fact it's worse than ever.

So instead of having a nice weekend trip away like we planned, I am camping on the couch and Todd is out enjoying the pretty weather in his kayak. Harumph. I am sooooo grumpy.

I can't remember if we had an "in sickness, in health" line in our wedding vows--I hope we did, or else Todd might take advantage of the loophole and find himself a non-mucusy woman to hang with this weekend!

Fortunately, I found a nice little stash of old movies I've picked up on DVD in the past couple of months at the flea market and at garage sales. I stuck them all on the shelf and forgot about them, and found them now, just waiting for a day like today when I've got nothing else to do and can use some distraction from not feeling well.

Right now I've got An Affair to Remember playing. One of Cary Grant's more ridiculous movies. I love Deborah Kerr, though. And Cary Grant plays a character whose last name is Ferrante, which just happens to be the last name of that dude I got married to seventeen years ago. A fun coincidence!

Next in the line-up is The Third Man, The Narrow Margin, The Big Clock, and The Phantom of the Opera with Claude Rains, which is pretty scratched, but I hope it will play. I love that version, they used to run it on Saturday afternoons on the local independent station when I was a kid.

Off to find some chicken soup. If you can spare a good thought, I could use it. I don't get sick very often, but when I do, it's always a lu-lu.