Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Random Thoughts

My husband made deviled eggs last night. I hate eggs.

Our neighbors have a lifesized pig statue. They move it all over their yard and make it do funny things....like climb a tree wearing a black super hero cape.

I smashed my finger so hard yesterday that I have a bruise under my fingernail.

When I woke up today, I thought it was Wednesday.

I am having a very hard time concentrating at work. Seriously, I might as well not be here.

I ate half a yougart for breakfast just to experiment with my lactose intollerance. So far so good - only a very slight stomach ache.

I think I have moved into the 'depression' stage of grief.

Today at lunch I am going to get a car wash and an oil change. Wildly exciting.

I need to plan a trip to go see Josh's family. If I leave it up to him, he'll never decide on a 'good weekend'.

What I would love more than anything right now, is to take a nap. No matter how much I sleep lately, I'm still tired.

1 comment:

alanna rose said...

The sleep can be a sign of depression. Getting help is a good, positive thing if you need it. Take care of yourself - and tell Josh to quit making eggs :)