If it’s Friday, it must mean leftovers . . .
Friday evening, slightly warmer temperatures, 36 degrees.
A little late in getting this post up. Corey has so generously shared his cold with me. He’s getting better, and I, if things go true to form, seem to be on my way to bronchitis. The only good thing is that I actually have a doctor’s appointment next week, just for a check-in, but if my chest goes the way it tends to go, I should be good and wheezy by the time I get to my appointment.
No. I’m not willing it into existence, but seriously . . . I know my body’s response by now. As I sit here in my pajamas trying to will enough energy to bathe, sweat is running down my brow, and it’s not because it’s hot in here.
Just a few minutes ago, I poured my ginger tea into my soda water glass instead of the tea cup, and it took me a minute to realize what was wrong. It’s pathetic, actually. Thank god I don’t need to interact with real people.
I mean really . . . it would just be embarrassing. Anyway, I like my collection for today. I hope you enjoy.
More later. Peace.
I love this. I wonder if Corey would notice if I started flapping a handkerchief at him:
But I love this more:
I never did solve mine:
This is kind of like the guy who invented soft serve ice cream by mistake when the ice cream in his truck began to melt:
And then there’s this accident:
I have a real abhorrence of canned vegetables, except for corn. Weird, huh?
This is too true:
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry:
I told you dogs were better than people:
This is too cool: