I have decided to post my tweets from Twitter here on a daily basis. I find that I have more time to update there than I do here. Oh that time thing is really biting me in the ass.
Emma turned 10 on Wednesday. TEN! Holy farking carps!
The triplets are now 6 months old. That is half a year, yo!
My appostrophe is not working in WordPress and it is ticking me off. I want a damn appostrope not a Quick Find search box, dammit.
I got my JP drain out on Tuesday. It was supposed to come out on Wednesday, but I started this whole puking all day drama and needed to get it out ASAP. Now the excess fluid I was draining is staying in my body and it is causing more pain.
Have I mentioned lately that if there is something that could go wrong medically with me, that it will? There is some sort of medical karma that is coming back to pay me over and over again.
I hate whining about being in pain. I hope this gets better just as fast as you all do. Compaining? Not so attractive.
Emma is at a sleepover tonight. She shares a birthday with one of her best friends at school. This weekend is her sleepover and Emma is having hers next weekend. We were naughty parents and bought the girl a make-up kit. OK, I did not buy it, James did. I told him to get her some bath stuff and maybe some lipgloss. He came home with a whole case of eyeshadow, nail polish and lip gloss.
Abby is reading over my shoulder. Or she would be reading over my shoulder if she knew how to read. She is learning her letters quite quickly (without much help from me, too) and is shouting them out as I type them.
My cats are bathing each other. This is a daily, probably hourly, thing for them. Lesbian cats warm my heart. New slippers would warm my feet *ahem James*.
Once again, I am drugged and blogging, Not really a great combination, but this is what you get. My laptop is blue screening itself to death and if I was not in such a deep brain fog I would reinstall windows on it. Brain fogs are good and bad. I am constantly calling the kids by the wrong names and getting told off for it. I won”t even go into how many typos I have had to fix in this post.
Quitting while I am still ahead. Have a great weekend!
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Michele, I've been meaning to let you know that I've been thinking of you and all the fun tubes, incisions, and recovery you've been enduring. Glad that, as ever, you're keeping your sense of humor. Thanks for the smiles.