I'm too sexy for this blog

We were supposed to go to the beach this weekend. We were supposed to leave Thursday night (three-day weekend, whoo!) and spend three nights and three days relaxing at this beachside resort. Now, almost all of our fellow expats are down there, enjoying themselves. I am not. I have the flu.

I came down with a wicked case of the flu sometime Wednesday evening, and just today began eating food other than plain toast. Goody! It hasn't been terrible, though-my wonderful husband has been taking very good care of me and hasn't once complained that he's stuck at home with his sick wife.

I'm starting to feel slightly better, enough to actually get up and move around a little. This means I'm also getting a little bored. This afternoon I wandered upstairs for a change of scenery. I was looking in a cupboard for some hair pins to hold my hair out of my face, when I found my curling iron. I'm not sure why I have this item here with me. So far it's lived in the back of a closet, keeping other unused items such as wool socks and pantyhose company. This afternoon, though, my curling iron got to go to work!

Perhaps it was all the cold and flu medication I was hopped up on. Perhaps it was extreme boredom. Whatever it was, it was inspiration. I pulled my curling iron out of the closet, along with a comb and a bottle of hairspray. It was no Aqua Net Megahold, but I had to deal. My hair wasn't used to being abused in such a relentless manner anymore, so the result wasn't quite what I hoped. Nonetheless, it was stunning. So stunning, in fact, that my husband's jaw dropped.

"If I take a picture of it, will you make it go away?" were his exact words, I believe.

This from the same man who downloaded the song "Convoy" on iTunes last night, and used the phrase "bitchinest truckin' song ever" to describe it to me. There you have it, folks.