OK, well, not really, that just somehow seems like a good summer title. However, it kind of gives off the wrong impression and there's no telling how many weirdos will show up now through their sicko google searches. I mean, people more weird than the three of you who already read here. (Hi, Mom! *waves*)
Well, we're in the throes of summer now, which means that we're really doing a whole lotta nothin' and that's just how I like it. Each day has no bigger plan than eat breakfast and lunch and see how many popsicles one can consume.
Well, not me on the popsicle thing. I'm not a huge fan because, honestly, I think they taste weird. I don't like sno cones, either. I'm more of an ice cream sandwich girl, really, which might explain my round-ness.
I sat down here to write something interesting and now my mind has kind of gone blank. I need to keep a voice recorder handy so that I can actually write all the witty things that come to mind. Or maybe that wouldn't be a good idea, because I think maybe I'm more witty INSIDE my mind than OUTSIDE of it.
I was blessed with a summer cold last week. Funny how the words "summer cold" leave an impression of a light sniffle and a few delicate sneezes. Not for me! I have been treated to laryngitis and about 4 million gallons of fluid making a mass exodus from my nostrils. I've gone through about a box and a half of tissues in the last week, which is actually not anything big for me. It's not uncommon for me to go through an entire box of tissues in 24 hours. Beat THAT!
Oh, right. It's not a competition.
I've regained most of my voice, which is a relief to Declan. Every morning, he's said, "Mom? Talk. Oh, you STILL don't sound right!" I think he was a little freaked out that his mom sounded like a bad guy from a superhero cartoon.
So I'm pretty much back to normal and ready to take on the day! Me, and my box of tissues.