These lips of mine...

These lips of mine really tell the whole story. For those of you who REALLY know me, you know that you can tell if I am sick or not just by looking at my lips. That's right, my lips. When I was in Elementary School I HATED to miss school, even if I had a fever or was throwing up, or for whatever other reason. I just hated missing class. But my Mom would always make me stay home if my lips were swollen because that meant that I really and truly was too sick to go to school.

Well, this last weekend has been a ruff one. It's no surprise, I have over-worked myself and have gotten NO sleep. So, when I awoke on Saturday morning to extremely swollen lips I knew I was in for it...well, I was right. I wish I wasn't, but I was. I spent the whole weekend (and today, might I add) looking like this:It's funny to see me this way, it really is. I just wish it wasn't SO noticeable. Jeez. The only thing that helps is:
It doesn't matter what the cause of my affliction is, Benadryl always saves the day. So I just had to give a shout out to my wonderful Benadryl. Thanks for saving me time and time again...if only you didn't make me so darn drowsy...

And that is why these lips of mine really do tell the whole story.