Saturday, November 7, 2009

The Show

Okay, the fashion show was a success.
You know, for a church tea and fashion show. . . .
I was very nervous and did not enjoy myself.
I guess being in a fashion show and being a bridesmaid are two things I hate to do.
This is why I never walked down an aisle when I got married.
I don't like being stared at.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Tomorrow

Remember when Carrie was in the Fashion Show on S&TC?
She had to model panties and was a success,
despite falling on her face.

That will be me tomorrow.
Except, I am wearing clothes from Coldwater Creek,
and one "outfit change" resembles something that Shirley Patridge would wear.
Yes, the Shirley Partridge of "The Patridge Family".
Come on, get happy. . . . . . .
Hopefully I will not fall on my face.
But, that is not out of the realm of possibility.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

We are Family

Homework did not go well tonight.
I think they have too much.
I make them do and they are always glad in the morning.
Not doing it, would mean LUNCH DETENTION.
Actually, I am only talking about one child.
But, the other one has her moments.
School can really stress her out.
Hopefully, they will not read this posting.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Return

Blonde Girl was sick yesterday.
I went back to work today.
Fun, fun and more fun at our house.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Week Three





Today is my third Play Doughology class.
It is still the bomb and the hot ticket at the preschool.
LOL!!!

Monday, November 2, 2009

I May Fully Recover




I am feeling better. I whined to Love Man last night and called this medical expert from my drunko, er bunco group, on Saturday. I was seeking a second, expert opinion. There may be hope for me yet.


The girls had a great Halloween.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

So, it is Now November

Guess what? I am sick and have been since Wednesday. Some sort of plague or flu. Now, my ear is super sore and my throat is so full I can barely swallow. I am sure I also have a sinus infection. I'm calling my doctor in a little bit and begging her for drugs. She will probably make me go to urgent care. Oh God!!! The line and the waiting . . . . . . .

My only hope is that someone is going to Mexico and will buy me a giant bottle of
antibiotics for future emergencies.