This Is My Title
I like being ‘sort of’ sick because it’s such a fabulous excuse to lay around and read. But I’m not as fond of being *really* sick, where you just lay in bed and moan. But losing several pounds is always a fair trade off. At any rate, I’m pretty much feeling back to normal again.
My daughter Emmiko is definitely my creative one. (Jess, you’ll like this one…) today she asked for an old pillow case and then disappeared into the basement for a couple hours. And then she came back with this friendly looking fellow:
That girl never ceases to surprise me with her creative talents. She used clean hay to stuff it. I know for certain that she didn’t get it from me. My idea of a craft is purchasing a festive table cloth and then putting it on my table. That’s about as craft-ish as I can get. It’s not for a lack of trying, I just can’t ever come up with anything clever, and I’m generally too lazy to try my hand at anything that comes with instructions.
In unrelated news… a while back there was a group of us at Maria’s house and *somebody* asked an odd question. She asked, “Do any of you guys swear in your head?” And we all thought about it, and some of us did, some of us didn’t, and some of us only swore in our heads using the words that weren’t actually swear words in books from the 1800s. Ok, so all of that to say, I don’t think I am going to play Nintendo 64 any more with my husband. I used to be a poor loser, but I keep thinking that I’ve grown out of it. And if I can’t win at Mario Kart every single time, then I’d better just not play it all anymore.
Ok, I’m off to the library to return late books. Again. Those fines add up *fast
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