I am angry.
I had been hoping to have a good weekend, maybe hit the markets, both farmer's and flea, and take a trip to the dog park, but these things cannot happen now because:
a) Jaime has to work.
b) I am sick as... well, I was going to say sick as a dog, but my pooches have far better health track records than I do, so. I guess I'm sick as a me.
My cough-addled brain has decided that Shamrock Shakes are the only salve for these burns, so Jaime's en route to McD's as I type this. Remind me to hug him when he gets back. He's far more understanding of my whims than he has to be.
And now I feel both mean and sick. Bleh.
a) Jaime has to work.
b) I am sick as... well, I was going to say sick as a dog, but my pooches have far better health track records than I do, so. I guess I'm sick as a me.
My cough-addled brain has decided that Shamrock Shakes are the only salve for these burns, so Jaime's en route to McD's as I type this. Remind me to hug him when he gets back. He's far more understanding of my whims than he has to be.
And now I feel both mean and sick. Bleh.