I don’t know. Just wanted to write that.
The boy got me sick – so I’m dying. At least the girl seemed okay for a bit. Except now she’s sneezing.
*Snort* I don’t care. I’m just tired and want to get some rest but everyone under the sun deems me to keep pushing on – so I do.
Dang those people. I freaking love them.
I don’t have much to say. I started a YouTube channel. Not much, but hey – I can be silly when I wanna be.
I don’t know how – but that last paragraph doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe it’s just that I’ve taken too much coldeeze.
Dang that stuff is strong. The thing about living at home? My parents know exactly what’s wrong with me and what I need to take for it.
And my poor husband wonders where I get my hypochondria from. Oh if he only knew how deep the rabbit hole actually goes.
My mom keeps pushing for me to go to the women’s retreat tonight, it’s an at home retreat type thing. Whatever that means, not sure exactly. But it’s just that I’m so tired and sick.
Yes. I do realize what a whiny baby I’m being.
Okay, well I guess that’s it. Sorry for no funnies. The plague took that. Lord willing this coldeeze does it’s job and makes it a mini plague.
And on that note…