Opportunity Big Forever Make

I'm sneezing and coughing my way around the house while wearing a form-fitting pale, pale pink satin cami sans bra and black yoga pants. I'm trying to pretend I'm sexy instead of just ill. Sadly it isn't working.

Today's fridge fortune -- Opportunity Big Forever Make -- is obviously a dud. What kind of live-changing opportunities can I find, stuck in my house and married to a Kleenex box? I desperately want to open a bottle of wine and mope, but I'm worried about how the wine will interact with Benedryl.

At least a guy actually asked for my number. I'm verging on feeling attractive. If he ever calls I might scare the cats by singing a few lines from "I Feel Pretty."

Now if I just thought he was attractive . . . but I don't. He wasn't nerdy at all. But my beloved nerds don't want to play, so I'll have to move on to . . . I don't know, middle managers and guys who like cars?