Brava, Meara! Sending healing vibes towards your knee.
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My poor kid, her fever fell and then spiked again. She's acting nearly normal - ordering the dog around, eating, lying to us about brushing her teeth, winning at monopoly, . . . but not quite right. I'll keep my fingers crossed that we are not here alone tomorrow with a cake designed to feed 60+.
Ouch, meara!
Yay, speedy meara! Boo, ouchy knee.
I hope she bounces back before tomorrow, Sparky.
I am sick. Not sick enough to get out of anything I have to do, but sick like I'm taking Theraflu and Sudafed. I hope I have not created a meth lab in my body.
In the spirit of decluttering, I am doing our annual book sweep -- trying to get rid of books the kids have outgrown. Good bye, Elephant and Piggie! But I do have to keep Judy Blume now.
A cake for 60+? Mmmm. That sounds delicious....
A friend of mine is having a birthday party/dance about half a mile away. I want to go and feel like I should go, but am not sure it's really a good idea. But then I thought "there's probably yummy desserts, surely?" So now I'm feeling incentivized to find something cute to wear.
Yay for faster time, meara! Sorry about the knee, though. Knees are such fragile things.
Pot roast and cakes were very tasty. Now I'm debating on whether I want another glass of wine or switch to one of the beers I've got in the fridge.
Wine or beer... both sound like good choices.
I've got the choice of an IPA or an Abbey Ale and I'm stuck. Eenie-meenie.
I hope she gets better for real, Sparky. You too, Kat. That point of being sick enough to feel bad but not sick enough to not meet one's obligations, I hate that a lot.
Having collard greens with sausage for dinner. Yum.
Collard greens sound yummy. But I'm at that not hungry phase.
Kids are outside playing. One of the brothers from a family across the street spat at Grace. I'm trying not to go snatch his ass. But she didn't tell me until we were already in the house and about 45 minutes had passed. I told her if he did it again, to tell him her mom was going to beat him up.