On the ninth day of Christmas Jim Lortz gave to me, nine Fairhaven pizzas. Well maybe not nine whole pizzas but I think I ate the equivalent in slices. Also Fairhaven pizza is the most bomb-ass pizza EVER. Everyone should eat there for pizza, always. Get it? Got it? Good.
Unfortunately my plan for metal to beat down all forms of sick was quite unsuccessful and actually made me feel worse when I woke up this morning. Weird how that worked... On the plus side, I spent another day in bed rotating between sleeping and bathing while watching a creative mix of film on instant watch. This, along with the heating pad, tea, and water consumption made me feel okay enough to go to dinner with Jim and Andy. It was the best dinner I have had in Bellingham for a long time. I, and my stomach, are pleased.
The pizza dining outfit included the dress being worn as a halter-top tank top (keeping the same back from last night because it is so damn cool), black Gap pants, Frye boots, tan three-quarter length cardigan from Target, and the fish necklace I made. This outfit was perfect for hiding my food baby that I now have and will hold onto for quite some time.
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