Imagine, it's Halloween night, you hear a knock at your door. You open it to find a 3 foot version of Death on your doorstep. Instead of the usual: "Trick or treat!", he says: "I had an accident, I tripped over my scythe..." OMG! It was so funny and cute. ROFL! Poor Death. He's having a rough night.
Just in time for Halloween, my house is buried in 3 feet of snow. It looks like January out there, not October! I'm guessing we're not getting many trick-or-treaters...
Wow, this is really not how I was expecting to start this week, or any week for that matter. Um, I don't mean to be all cryptic with you all, but I can't really share the details. Suffices to say that the two of us are about to go through a really tough time. Prayers and positive energies appreciated.
I thought I was doing a good job when it came to hand-washing and such, but I spent the last 2 days flat on my back with a stomach bug. Take care out there.