Not Going to Work Today

8 AM I call my (new, wonderfuly smart and normal) boss: Me: I'm not going to be coming in today. Boss: I figured as much since you're usually here by 7:30. Me: Ok, I'm gonna go lay on the couch with my medicine. Boss: What's that, a bottle of wine? Me: No, it's 8 AM - that would mean orange juice and vodka for the vitamins and minerals. Boss: God, I didn't want to know that. It's 9:30. I'm not really drinking vodka in my orange juice. But hubby and I are planning a day of relaxing and recovering from the (admittedly very minor) cold that has infected our home. We have to be well - we're leaving the country in three weeks! And yes, I can find a way to slip a reference to the London trip into ANY conversation. So be warned.