WHY? Why for the love of everything does my body hate me?
I have gone up two pant sizes. (I may have had a little something to do with that, but I'm blaming the steriods.)
I have had the cough for (looking at calendar) 29 days. (Somewhat better.)
I just finished my last antibiotic (2nd round) two days ago and this morning I blew out enough florescent gack out of my nose to light up the Gold Coast.
My friend and I were at the craft show the other day when we saw my stepson's mother. For whatever reason, she always has to talk me every time I see her. I don't like her. We are not friends. We never will be friends. Leave me alone!
After we finally managed to get away from her, my friend said to me, "I like how you did that."
"Every time she said, "It's good to see you.", you said, "Thanks!"
Well, I sure wasn't going to say "Good to see you too".
The Boy had his first official piano recital last Sunday. I would have a short video of him playing, but someone (me) didn't push the button hard enough on the camera to actually record the thing. Geez.