...can't trust that day!
That's fer damn sure.
The plan was to go get robbed by the dentist again today, but after the weekend we've had I called in sick. Which isn't a total lie, I've had sinusitis all week with a killer headache to go with it; and it seems the germs are finally winning - I've used up a whole roll of T.P. this morning (on my nose, that is), and it's only eleven! There's more but I won't bore those of you who are NOT hypochondriacs with all the gory, phlegmy details...
G (almost a year old now!) had a fever both Friday and Saturday, pretty high too, but was OK on Sunday. Apparently her biorhythm was damaged though, since she decided that 330 AM was a fitting time to get up.
If I run into Milla Jovovich today I am so dead.
(Zombie-reference, in case you didn't catch that.)
On the up side we finally bought a car, the weather is gorgeous - even some decorative snow here and there - and we've started looking for a bigger place. The one house we have looked at so far was far too shabby for the price they were asking - but we'll see how we go. We're not really in a rush.
Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to veg out on the sofa.
ZzzzZzZZZzzzzZZZZzzzzzzzZZzzzZzzzz....
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