It's a very nice day, and I'm finally feeling like myself, again. So, the kids are all slathered in sunscreen and we're taking Tinny to the beach.

El - if we're not back when Max gets home from school, tell him to join us. We won't stray from the porch view. :)

(crossposted from DW)

Stay away.

Chapel confirmed that it's pneumonia. I don't even know how I got it, but I did.

Tinny won't leave my side, no matter how many times I've tried to run him off. He wouldn't even leave when Chapel showed up.

Tell my children I love them.

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Chapel here. She's settled in her own room at the hospital. Pumped her full of drugs not those ( Read more... )

I can't believe I just said that.

I'm going to need that taffy puller from Central City Sweets to work the kinks out of my neck.

I'm an old lady ( Read more... )

Race went pretty well for being almost the middle of the night for this old brain. The weather wasn't ideal, but I suppose it could have been worse ( Read more... )

After watching the runners, this past weekend, in Florida, Max is asking every day if there is a race to watch. He really got into cheering strangers on! I told him that, unfortunately, the next one isn't for a few months, Florida-time, which got me the lower lip ( Read more... )

Today is annual physical.

Yay.

I've been eating, exercising, not drinking as much and taking all my assigned meds.

If Chapel finds anything wrong with me, I might scream.

Abdicate. Revolt.

Whatever.

Paperwork is trying to take my fingers off.

(for those who don't speak me... Papercut. Universe is crashing to a halt. OW)

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Just ask Elly how much.

My back is entirely locked up and I am miserable. For your own safety, keep all good moods away, because they will be eaten alive!

El says that was a little dramatic.

Anyway... I wish you all a Happy OTHER St. Ozmas. ♥