I got sick from the neighbor girl who lied when I asked her if she was sick when she was playing here.
So I wasn't really sick this morning, and now I am. I ran six miles this morning (again) thinking that I would beat this sucker in the butt. I feel good, I am not tired, but my nose is on a continual race. It is already red and disgusting, my face is all splotchy, and what the heck, I just feel like dying because I hate being sick.
I think I am going to go see Molly tomorrow night up in D.C.
The Oldest, this afternoon: "Mom! You look horrible!"
I just broke one of my china saucers.
I shouldn't be allowed to do the dishes. Ever. I am the worst dropper of things. I am always dropping stuff. Do you guys drop stuff? I broke a bowl last week. I had to buy new dishes.
Have a good night.