I think I have the black lung. It manifests itself in a chronic cough that spends it’s free time as a tickle in my throat.
Don’t worry! There’s still Halloween candy over here, and it does wonders for the black lung!
Tonight I have a birthday party to attend. It starts at 6:30, which is a half hour before my bedtime. Usually at 6:30 I am staggering around, looking for the EXITS, the chocolate milk, or at least, my pajamas.
How will I survive?
It is a birthday party for a five year old at an indoor bounce house gym thingy. I’m counting on the noise level and the birthday cake to keep me awake. I may have two slices.
All this birthday talk is bringing back memories of Q’s third birthday. It was a Superhero Party at the Farm, because we like to mix themes and come up with general weirdness.
If you went to that party, you will not be getting a thank you card. Thank you though, for coming. I probably have no idea what you gave him. A Supervillian threw up right in the middle of present opening time, so I was a tad distracted.
This Supervillian is also our neighbor friend, who we will be moving away from in a few weeks. Isn’t that a sad story?
Where was I?
Today I have packed Zero boxes. My mother was supposed to come over and help, but she decided to take soup to Widows instead. What a hater.
Her soup was good though. She gave me some and I have had six bowls. I think the baby likes vegetable soup, because usually? It’s not my favorite.
Even though I have packed Nada, I made pancakes and EGGS this morning. I made the pancakes in the shape of Mickey Mouse! I also washed dishes! I watched my kids ride bikes in the freezing cold! I cleaned the bathroom!
I would also like to take a moment to reflect on the fact that Alexis from Finding Prose in the Laundry is also pregnant. She is three weeks ahead of me.
She also is my sister in law. She also has a daughter who is a week younger than Quinten and a son who is like, a week younger than Sheldon. Isn’t that hilarious?
I don’t really have a point to this, I just wanted to post an embarrassing horse/apple picture of her. It’s how I show love.
And, now little people are climbing on me. The end.