I’m up & am seriously gonna carpe diem the shit out of Saturday.
I hope I’m going to wake up in a few hours feeling at least 25% better. We’re having a cookout tomorrow night & I don’t think this raspy ass voice I have are going to enjoy it if I don’t make any stride of getting better. Dear Baby Jesus, get me better, PLEASE?!
This moment made me cry. HARD.
I forgot we’re watching a few kids tonight. Bummer, I wish I felt at least 80% so I could play with them. :-/ Putting them to bed & Bojangles sounds good enough to me.
I feel like crap. This head cold is beating my ass. So much that I can’t even get excited about anything without crying/sneezing/coughing/sobbing/hurting/et cetera. Seriously, what gives?
“We are a peaceful organization, but at this time, this makes me very warlike”
My only titled post for the day.
I woke up with a weird feeling. I knew tonight was happening. Scranton set me up for many tears. On the other hand, husband & I received some insanely special news. Can’t say anything, but it’s in the tags. ^_^