Throat still hurts, but it hurts differently now. Like instead of feeling like razor blades on just the left side, it feels like I'm being strangled internally all the way across. I'm going to see if I can get a cortisone shot because I need to be well for Garth!!
Yesterday my SIL invited me to an ItWorks wrap party. She posts about ItWorks every day, so if I were interested, I'd have contacted her already. The kicker of this is that you have to take $25 to try a wrap! What??? No! I have a great excuse reason for not going; the wraps aren't intended for use by breastfeeding mothers. Oh darn.
My oldest came over last night and had dinner with us. I made chicken fajita pasta and he ate the chicken and the pasta, but picked out all the vegetables then said, "It was good but I wish it had some vegetables." He's such an ass...I love him.
Mouse tried to run out into the street while I was putting Pretty Girl into the car so I grabbed him and said, "You're a punk!" The entire time I was buckling him into his car seat he was pointing to himself saying, "Bun? Bunk? Bun? Bun?" It was adorable, but I now must be careful about what I say to/in front of him.