So, there is not much I am eating right now as most foods make me green. Just the smell or thought of some foods make me wanna toss. Every so often I get a craving that I feel I can handle. So tonight I wanted ice cream. No idea why. But the ice cream pull was hard. So Scott offers to run out to DQ to get me some. Text me what you want he says....
So the one guy left while I was commiserating with a fellow Florida transplant, then irreconcilable differences guy texted after a week of radio silence, then long time crush we call Golde Ratio Guy showed up, and now Michael Stipe and his entourage makes an appearance. It's Friday night, y'all. Reporting from the pub. Over and out.
I'm not a natural-born citizen, but if I were to run for President, my platform would hinge on not just the usual liberal stuff I always go on and on about like voting rights, freedom of choice, minimum wage, drug legalization, etc., but these two items I would push in particular:
I'm so sad right now. It's almost 2am in NJ. I got here about 2 hours ago and I already miss my kids terribly. Also, my dear friend's daughter is sick which I feel very deeply and am helpless to do anything about it. And another thing that I can't share yet weighs on me, too. I'm hoping a good night's sleep makes me feel a tiny bit better. :-(
#toddlerx update: Ear tube insertion and adenoid removal went fine. He is a little woozy and pukey from the anesthesia, but now he's alseep on my lap and I'm rereading In the Beginning Was the Command Line.
Realtor called to tell me the property has a buyer, who plans to stucco the house and wants me to stay. More than two weeks after the deadline. Maria said she'd tried to contact the housing authority but they're notorious for not returning calls or emails, so I'm going to their office this morning see if this is doable.
This morning I've cleaned up six areas of dog puke, washed a load of rags, washed a dog, washed me, stopped at Home Depot and purchased a baby gate and a 55 gallon drum of carpet cleaner, AND STILL made it to work on time. Gold star please. Also, the next time I say "The dog is fasting" and MAN feeds her ... he's cleaning it up!!!