Pop Goes The Ear Drum!
I am extremely glad I made a docs appointment for this morning. I woke up and the entire left side of my head feels like its going to pop. I guess I laid on that side too long last night, because there is fluid in my ear and my throat is oh so fucking sore on that side. Not to mention I didnt sleep well at all because my throat hurt so bad. Now every time I cough I feel like my ear drum is going to burst. Ahhhhhhhh!
We did get to Dixie Pottery yesterday and I found a large wicker basket for her stuffies, and a really nice wooden chest/basket for her toys by the door and a small wicker basket for her books. I managed to get out of there under a 100, and thats good I think. On the way home we stopped by Pizza Plus because she wanted cheese sticks for dinner. I didnt really want to since its kareoke night and the whole place turns into a damn smoke house, but I knew she would eat the cheese sticks and her appetite hasnt been great so anything to get her to eat. While standing around waiting some guy-who is obviously proud of his native heritage with the bazillion "indian necklaces" he was wearing, was trying to flirt with me asking if Lydia and I would be staying, he wanted to hear us sing, blah blah blah and I finally said "we're sick, we're not staying, and plus she wants to get home and see her daddy". That shut him up but I could feel his beady little eyes on me until we left. I asked Brian about him later, and he said they call him Elvis, and he's sleazy. Yeah, I could tell.
I was supposed to play Brian in a round of golf last night (Tiger Woods baybee) but he chickened out and went to his girlies house. Hahahaha. I havent played in two years, but I bet I could still kick his ass. :P I am the cyber golf queen people, in case you werent aware.
Oh, and in weight loss news, despite the fact that I havent been able to do anything exercise wise for two weeks, I have still managed to lose another 2 lbs this week. Probably cause I am fucking sick, ya think?
We did get to Dixie Pottery yesterday and I found a large wicker basket for her stuffies, and a really nice wooden chest/basket for her toys by the door and a small wicker basket for her books. I managed to get out of there under a 100, and thats good I think. On the way home we stopped by Pizza Plus because she wanted cheese sticks for dinner. I didnt really want to since its kareoke night and the whole place turns into a damn smoke house, but I knew she would eat the cheese sticks and her appetite hasnt been great so anything to get her to eat. While standing around waiting some guy-who is obviously proud of his native heritage with the bazillion "indian necklaces" he was wearing, was trying to flirt with me asking if Lydia and I would be staying, he wanted to hear us sing, blah blah blah and I finally said "we're sick, we're not staying, and plus she wants to get home and see her daddy". That shut him up but I could feel his beady little eyes on me until we left. I asked Brian about him later, and he said they call him Elvis, and he's sleazy. Yeah, I could tell.
I was supposed to play Brian in a round of golf last night (Tiger Woods baybee) but he chickened out and went to his girlies house. Hahahaha. I havent played in two years, but I bet I could still kick his ass. :P I am the cyber golf queen people, in case you werent aware.
Oh, and in weight loss news, despite the fact that I havent been able to do anything exercise wise for two weeks, I have still managed to lose another 2 lbs this week. Probably cause I am fucking sick, ya think?