I am too tired to type. Most times, I am too bored with myself to even think.
When I do read, I get all crotchety about the internet and what it has done to our culture, akin to how my great-grandmother felt about indoor plumbing.
And no one wants to hear that, right?
I have quite the low tolerance level these days.
And I still don't think it's pregnancy hormones. I'm probably just not that nice of a person.
I hope it passes.
Shoot, it's too nice outside to stay mean forever.
Something I can be grateful for today: apparently, Playette's school is having pity on me at the moment and not requiring me to pick her up for being 0.1 over the temperature limit. They called, but then called back a few minutes later and said that they'd try her again in a bit to make sure that it really is pick-up worthy.
I really must have looked like crap when I dropped her off this morning.
She's been very fortunate this year in the sick department. All over, families have been dealing with nastiness all "winter" and we've, thankfully, been passed over. Not that it makes us special or anything. I really have no idea where my kid got this immune system, but I accept.
If anyone has any questions for me about anything, let me know. Obviously, I'm lacking in creativity. I'd welcome any excuse to write and become a more productive member of society.