*cough, sputter, wheeze*
Let me just preface this by saying, I don't know how I ever smoked. Ever. My God. My lungs? They have risen up and retaliated, by making me feel like I am drowning, with every gasping, fledgling breath that I take. They curse the years that I used to suck on those marlboro lights, scoffing at me...screaming "See? We warned you!"
Yes, truly. That bad.
So...aside from that? How have you been? Good? Great! Glad to hear it! No, really.
*cough, cough.*
The Spring break nationals? They come, they go. The first of many car audio competitions this year, I am informed. The husband? In a shallow grave in someones back yard. I dare you to try and make me divulge where. Thats all I'm saying about that.
Goldilocks? Still in the nursing home, in her arm brace/cast thingy for another four weeks. And let me tell you, she is rivaling the best of the best, in regards to bitchiness.
Me? I am studying like a fool, in preparation for the post secondary education of my....golden years? Wild. That's all I'm saying about that, too.
The prodigy? Excels, with regards to that whole report card/honor roll thing. Wonder what they can do about the whole eye-rolling, teenaged attitude business.
UGH!
Talk to you soon, my friends.
Happy Spring!
Let me just preface this by saying, I don't know how I ever smoked. Ever. My God. My lungs? They have risen up and retaliated, by making me feel like I am drowning, with every gasping, fledgling breath that I take. They curse the years that I used to suck on those marlboro lights, scoffing at me...screaming "See? We warned you!"
Yes, truly. That bad.
So...aside from that? How have you been? Good? Great! Glad to hear it! No, really.
*cough, cough.*
The Spring break nationals? They come, they go. The first of many car audio competitions this year, I am informed. The husband? In a shallow grave in someones back yard. I dare you to try and make me divulge where. Thats all I'm saying about that.
Goldilocks? Still in the nursing home, in her arm brace/cast thingy for another four weeks. And let me tell you, she is rivaling the best of the best, in regards to bitchiness.
Me? I am studying like a fool, in preparation for the post secondary education of my....golden years? Wild. That's all I'm saying about that, too.
The prodigy? Excels, with regards to that whole report card/honor roll thing. Wonder what they can do about the whole eye-rolling, teenaged attitude business.
UGH!
Talk to you soon, my friends.
Happy Spring!
4 Comments:
Poor Dee. Hope your cough gets better quick! Poor Leester...shall I bring him a shovel (perhaps he can dig himself deeper rather than out)? Poor Oldilocks! Oh, and the whole teenaged attitude? UGH! I don't know how in the world I am gonna deal with like roughly 6 more years of it! (Then he's OUT of here and off to college...or ELSE!) We should commiserate over some beer/wine about it soon! :o) Feel better real quick!
Teens, I told you so, what goes around comes around:)
Popabare,
My mommy told me the same thing when I had my first so young! It isn't fair, I tell you?!?!?! I can only hope the same for him when he is grown and has some younguns of his own!
I hope you're feeling better, Dee! Miss you!
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