And not "piece of ass" like a desirable being who people would like to have sexy time with.
Nope. I mean piece of ass like I feel like I've been hit by a truck, beaten with an ugly stick, and put through the ringer.
As I said, I've been nursing this chest cold/sinus infection thing for the past 4 or 5 days - and it's to the point now where every time I inhale to start talking, I'm interrupted by loud, disgusting sounding coughs. And when I lay down it's even worse - yuck!
Plus today I woke up with a pounding headache, and waves of nausea, and I spent the day at the baseball diamond watching the husband's team in the playoffs. And, it just so happens that today was the windiest day in the history of baseball - so now my teeth are gritty, my hair is laced with sand, and my feet are dirtier than a bush baby's feet. Even my jeans have a brownish hue because of all the dust flying around.
So, my plan for the evening is as follows: Go for a long, delicious shower, pull on some comfy "jammies", grab a bottle of water, some 7-up mixed with orange juice, a blanket and my pillow, park my disgusting self on the couch, watch Harry Potter (it's on tv - I'm too lazy to actually put in a DVD) and crawl into bed at a decent hour.
The husband is thrilled to be spending the evening with me, I'm sure.