In which she would love to yell FUCK, but it appears unseemly due to Thanksgiving being tomorrow. Nothing really VALID to yell FUCK about, but it would feel good. Yes. It. Would.
Diarrhea. Not mine. Yet. But, poor little GIRL. Although...you'd never know there was something wrong by the way she's been today - other than taking a 2 hour nap this afternoon.Can we say it again? FUCK. Let's hope that's all there is and it's done by tomorrow. So far, very minor. But, there IS the night to get through.
Today I built a Lego bulldozer with my son, took my daughter to ballet and have been making cornbread stuffing tonight. I've based it on a recipe, but have thrown in my own pizazz. If it's good tomorrow, I'll share the recipe in a post.
For now...I'm off to bed, once again hearing the rain on the roof, but too tired to read.
NaBloPoMo. Driving JCK to write poorly at best because she's such a friggin' goody two shoes...