Could we make up chucking an Olympic sport?

Happy Belated Mothers day to anyone I missed. (that includes those with dogs, cats and men.)
It was a lovely day to be reminded that even though you may have screwed your children up badly they grew up got over it, turned out ok and forgive you your errors and ommissions.

Considering I have no great passion for children, mine turned out really good. Must have been their fathers influence. Seriously I am the last person in the room to say "Oh please, let me hold the baby!"

Now kittens and puppies. Thats different. And there has been the odd child that I just adored.
My friend Glenda just became a grandmother again. I'm like "Whatever...." She is piddling like a puppy she is so happy and i'm thinking that now we have less time together. And I have four grandchildren of my own. I have four grandchildren of my own. They think I'm quirky, I think they are sticky and don't say thank you nearly enough.

Don't mind me. I am cranky today. I had my interferon injection last night and all I want to do today is throw up until I am completely inside out. Sorry about the visual. I am starting to hate toast and gingerale.

I still have a big red blotch from last week's injection site and I swear if I had a joint I would smoke it.

Its 2:15 and I haven't even brushed my teeth yet, or brushed my hair. I don't think I will. I think I will stay this yucky until Andre gets home. Its hard to sympathize with someone who doesn't look really sick. And I want sympathy really really bad.

They are shingling the roof on the house across the street and I may go over and kill them. I want ice cream and a nap. Just can't decide to take the nap before or afterI kill the guys on the roof.

Stay tuned I will let you know how it all turned out.

sending love
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