Blame It On The Vino

I have been officially sick since Wednesday. I stayed home from work yesterday because I could barely function. And honestly I probably should stay home today, too, but I have this big meeting today at 2:30 which is too important to miss. So I will drag my ass through the workday (hopefully without passing out on the program director's lap) and then come home to pass out again. But hey, at least I know that I don't HAVE to get up tomorrow morning.

Being the investigative idiot that I am I spent part of yesterday in bed trying to figure out where I got this damned cold from in the first place. My mother was ill, too, at the same time that I was. So I came to the conclusion that we can blame it all on Olive Garden. Here's why: last week we went to the Olive Garden (by "we" I mean my stepfather, my mother and I) for dinner. My mother and I were the only ones to sample the chianti that night. Other than that we all pretty much ate the same things. My theory is that whoever put the wine glasses out must have had cold germs on their fingers. Hey, it might sound like a stretch, but to me it was like "EUREKA!"

I am off to fight the good fight at work. I guess I can look at it this way though: I don't have to sit through crappy daytime television for a second day in a row. :)