Back From the Dead

Karma's a brat.

In my last post, I told y'all about how I get to be a spoiled butthead and get a party and blah blah blah, me me me.

Well....Karma didn't like that.

Because right after I hit publish, there was some trouble at my work.

Big time confusing and emotional.

So, I was absolutely devastated, to miserable, to okay, to embarrassed, to miserable again,

and that's how the rest of my day went.

The next day was Taylor's birthday.

I was planning on doing so much for him, but I woke up at around 4:30 with a high fever and feeling sicker than sick.

That's how Taylor got to spend his birthday....

taking care of me :(

I couldn't even lift a glass, I was so sore!

I was going to surprise Taylor with a party and with these shoes that he really really wanted,

 

AND I was really sad about not doing it so I cried and blubbered to him about it, and now I couldn't surprise him if I wanted to!

It sucked.

 In the end, all we did for Taylor's birthday was get him some ice cream cake as I sat around and moaned and groaned.

 Now tell me, how do I deserve him?

Found this taped on the shelf above my bed when I woke up :)

A Special Note for a special girl...

I don't know if you know this...

But I stayed up all night trying to make sure that you could have an easier night tonight. I wanted to make sleeping your top priority.

Bet you didn't know that til now...

I love you more than life itself!

Muah!

<3

Love your baby boy

Well, I'm still a little sick, but much better!

Also! Welcome new followers!

~Kolie~