I’m sick. I hate being sick, because things in the house grind to a screeching halt when I’m sick. I don’t think I’m going to hockey practice tomrrow-I’ll send Doug.
So, I’m going to go back to my bad movies (Lifetime ones, Push , Zombieland) and my ginger ale and crystal light popsicles. I’ll be on the couch if anyone needs me. I’m lump with the green frog blanket, box of tissues and stuffed Panda (That’s Peabody.)
I’ll be back when I feel better.