Sorry kids.
It's one of those days where you just feel like yuck. I am sick and handling it like a man. You know, whining and complaining. I asked youknowwho to take care of dinner tonight as I just want to go hom e and go to bed. Who cares to make a bet if McDonald's or pizza is on the menu? Frankly the thought of either is sending waves of upchuck from top to bottom. I want soup. I want an electric blanket on me. I want all my wonderful shows all waiting for me on Tivo. I want Mr PBS to rub my back and bring me tea. Not good timing as I have book club tonight (At Weddings and Wakes)and some family things going on that need attending to.
On a side note apparently Zophia thinks not only when she goes in the car she is being taken to the glue factory therefore must whine and puke in as a show of protest but also we are going to toss her over the fence to the wolves (aka Golden Retrievers) when out taking a casual stroll around the neightborhood.
You should have him pickup some wontoon (sp) soup or order it in!
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