Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I feel like I've been hit by a Mac truck
Right in the stomach.
I don't know what's come over me, but I woke up feeling really icky today.
(And no, I'm not pregnant, but thanks for asking.)
I had to take Anna Marie to work with me today, because they're having teacher meetings and I didn't want her to miss her dance class this afternoon by going to the auction. So, she stayed in my office for about 30 minutes while I went to a meeting, and then I made sure the magazine revisions were uploaded, and then we left.
And I still feel blech.
And she wants me to play Monopoly with her, but all I want to do is lay in bed.
And in about an hour and a half, I have to wrestle her into her tights and take her to dance.
And then I've got to have her at church by 6 p.m. to get ready for a special something-or-other that I found out about last night.
And she isn't taking my "tummy ache" excuse for a reason not to play the board game, so here I go.
Hopefully, I won't pass out from the blech at the dining room table.
I don't think I match the new tiny lampshades and curtains very well.