Obsession.
My daughter smelled like a dirty gym sock today.
Fact.
She awoke from a second night of feverish sweats. And smelled like a foot.
Despite a 105 degree fever, she refused to sleep without her precious double layered fleece blanket draped across her entire person AND face. I blame James, he-wh0-sleeps-with-a-pillow-ON-his-face-rather-than-UNDER-his-head.
So Foot Girl we had.
Good news? Her fever is now low grade rather than bat shit crazy (i.e. the kind that makes her mother run around the house screaming that WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE! while James calmly pulls out the Pediatric Telephone Guide and assures me otherwise).
My sinuses are still treating my head as though it were a bowling ball that revels in slamming repeatedly against my skull, which, apparently, is a proverbial set of bowling pins. No amount of neti-potting and vapo-steaming and “milking of glands” and eating of garlic and lying on tennis balls (I kid you not) has provided much relief.
The things I do for you, Sesame Seed.
However, something magical has entered my life, and is providing much DISTRACTION from my throbbing brain.
Adobe Lightroom.
See ya later, Photoshop. YOU SUCKER!
I have Brittany over at Barefootfoodie to thank on numerous levels for introducing this glorious photo editing software to my life.
And I can’t quit. I am hooked. And I honestly have no idea what I doing. I keep clicking buttons and downloading presets and engaging in the most brilliant time suck I have ever experienced in my 27 years of life.
CHECK THIS SHIT OUT!
And on that note, I’m off to pound a pint of Ben & Jerry’s fro-yo and indulge this new obsession further.