Current mood:	sick
Entry tags:	rio, sick

I killed my website
Which is why most of my photos are currently not showing up on LJ, because they link from there. I don't know how I did it, but it may have something to do with the widget I was trying to embed on the homepage. Help me Austin-DesignWorks Kenobi. You're my only hope.

Anyway, still sick. Still sound like a frog. Totally embarrassed myself on the phone today by getting into a coughing fit in the middle of a conversation with my former employer.

Former Employer: Hello, [name of firm], this is Tom.
Me: Heeeeeehccccccckk!
FE: Um.... hello?
Me: Uh, hi. This is Diana Peterfreund. I'm calling about [Oh, no. Not now. Ignore the tickle, ignore the tickle...] Would you excuse me for one moment?
FE: Sure.
Me: [Holds phone away from mouth, proceeds to hack up a lung.] Yes, I'm calling about [nope, still not finished coughing] getting some information... [holds phone away from mouth again, coughcoughcoughcougheeeeeeeecccckkkhhhhh.] Are you still there?
FE: ...
Me: Hello?
FE: Hi.
Me: I'm so sorry about that. I have a cold. [holds phone away from mouth, starts coughing again.] Anyway, I was wondering if youhadtheinformationrequestedinthelettersentseveralmonthsago? [Phew, got it out, free to cough now.]
FE: Yes, we did receive that and we forwarded it on to the proper department.
Me: Oh, great! Thankyouvermuch. [cough. cough, hhhhhheeeeeeeecccccckkkkkhhhhhh.]
FE: [Hangs up.]

What a disaster. Can you imagine if I'd actually had to have a real conversation with that poor man? I also left a message on my editor's voicemail and had to start coughing in the middle, so the end of the message sounded like that thing you do when when you're trying to breathe in and speak at the same time? Ugh.

Worst of all, being this sick means I have not been doing right by Rio. It's a good thing she likes her crate. Because this is what her life looked like all day today:


I know, she's even adorable while sleeping in a crate. It's ridiculous. And yes, that is her stuffed sock monkey she's sleeping with. What of it? 

I feel like such a guilty puppy parent. You could tell she was mad at me tonight, skulking around the house, clearly dying for a W-A-L-K as her mommy tried desperately to force air into her beleaguered lungs.

Because this is what her evenings usually look like:



Yes, Rio loves the playground. Slides especially.

I hope my website comes back up soon. I have some special news to post but I don't want to do it until I can do it all at once. For now, enjoy the original LJ content!