· I came down with a fever Saturday, and even got sent home from work Monday.
· I’ve cleaned my house 9,458 times since Monday night.
· The daycare was closed Tuesday and today, much to my horror.
· Last night when the winds picked up, I figured out that the people that moved out of the apartment across the hall left their outdoor storage closet door open. Every 30 seconds, the door slams against their balcony rail and shakes my entire apartment.
· I gave the dog a bath and a super cute haircut.
· I spent 4 million dollars this morning going to the ER to find out I have pleurisy.
· I had Wayne drive me to the ER because I was a little scared that I couldn’t breathe.
· Wayne got to go to the hospital again with me to pick up my mom, who sprained her foot, and drive her car home.
· Wayne probably has changed his phone number by now.
· I’m getting ready to clean my house for the 9,459th time.
· My dog can’t figure out how to poop on ice and it’s causing some distress.
· It takes 3 maintenance men to break the ice in front of a door…one to whack at it with a shovel and two to watch.
· Only I could cop a buzz on Mucinex.
· Shelby can say “MOMMY?” 4, 872 times an hour.
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