as soon as you read this, hose your keyboard down with Lysol so you don't get my death-ish germs.
I've been hit by a truck. A big truck with big wheels. In it's wake I am a shell of my former self and am currently struggling to swallow even though I am certain Matt put little, tiny swords in my throat while I was sleeping. Why would he do such a thing? Does he enjoy seeing me barely able to lift my head? Apparently. I trudged through the shower and it made me feel well enough to turn on the computer. Now I have wasted reserve energy on typing and I must go lay down and swallow swords again while the children tear the house apart.
Enjoy your day. And I wasn't kidding about the Lysol. Spray it now or face the consequences.
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i whine. a lot. sometimes too much, but it is, what it is. i type like i speak so it isn't always grammatically correct. the former english major in me twitches sometimes over it, but re-typing it correctly just doesn't always float my boat. also? my punctuation? it's never correct. i use too many commas. i freely admit it. it is, what it is.
i have 3 chiclets who (whom?? i swear i was an english major... it was a long time ago ) i love dearly, but I make fun of them on a regular basis. i'm a mama, it's my right to do so. i also have a wonderful husband who i am lucky to have. i also make fun of him on a regular basis. i love him, but he's a man and as such, is easy to poke fun at. it is, what it is.
if i say something to offend, click that little x in the upper right hand corner. that's what it's there for. i try not offend, but because i am who i am, i will be offensive from time to time. it is, what it is.
enjoy the ride that is my life. it's often boring, but i try to spice it up with funny stuff on youtube from time to time so that it isn't all bitching and moaning. but sometimes bitching and moaning is therapeutic. for the one doing the bitching and moaning. for the rest of you? well... embrace what about your life is not bitch-worthy right at that moment. if there isn't anything- create a blog. that's what i did.
i have 3 chiclets who (whom?? i swear i was an english major... it was a long time ago ) i love dearly, but I make fun of them on a regular basis. i'm a mama, it's my right to do so. i also have a wonderful husband who i am lucky to have. i also make fun of him on a regular basis. i love him, but he's a man and as such, is easy to poke fun at. it is, what it is.
if i say something to offend, click that little x in the upper right hand corner. that's what it's there for. i try not offend, but because i am who i am, i will be offensive from time to time. it is, what it is.
enjoy the ride that is my life. it's often boring, but i try to spice it up with funny stuff on youtube from time to time so that it isn't all bitching and moaning. but sometimes bitching and moaning is therapeutic. for the one doing the bitching and moaning. for the rest of you? well... embrace what about your life is not bitch-worthy right at that moment. if there isn't anything- create a blog. that's what i did.
2 comments:
feel better soon Amy. hugs
ACK!! I hope you're feeling better soon, that sounds really awful. HUGS!!!
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