Ouch, brenda. Take care.
Take drugs, and drink lots of liquids, and rest. (Because you probably wouldn't have known to do that if I hadn't posted it, right?)
I've actually decided part of why I often feel yucky by Sunday night is dehydration. I drink a ton of water at work, but forget all the time at home! I can go all weekend only drinking things that are caffinated or alcoholic.
the thing from which you pull your language.
Vocabulary? Lexicon?
{{brenda}} I'd totally walk the dog, but I think I'd be a bit late to do any good.
Lexicon. I think I was going for lexicon. Thank you.
Of course, I typed that before smartypantses Hec and tommy weighed in. Phfftbt.
the thing from which you pull your language.
Wordsac.
If that's not a Phillip J Frye quote, it ought to be.
Am back from walking. Have survived, but have now gone from huddled under mountains of blankets to sprawled in my underwear trying not to sweat to death. Fun.
BTW, I didn't win MegaMillions AGAIN. WTF.
What's funny is, I was just telling a coworker yesterday about my theory that having the machine pick the numbers gives you a better chance of being the sole winner, because people pick mostly numbers under 31, because of dates. Sure enough, the winning numbers last night were all low, but only one person won!
I didn't win the lottery either. Sad.
So, today, I packed all my books, lots of the baby stuff, 75% of my clothes. This moving thing sucks.
And since we are moving and I refused to go to the grocery store, we're eating only what's in the house. That means for me, dinner was pancakes w/ strawberries and whipped cream. For K, it was pancakes with peanut butter and syrup. Both of us had some bacon.
But I think this plan is insustainable. As what's left is now ramen, frozen veggie corndogs, and uncooked pearl barley.