I'm home today. And I still only have limited dial-up. Couldn't this have happened when the DSL was connected? Anyway, I can't talk at ALL. I mean, n-o-t-h-i-n-g! I didn't sleep at all last night. This little thing of not being able to breathe might have had a lot to do with it. I feel like Jumbo is standing on my chest - damn elephant. My throat hurts, yadda yadda yadda. You know the deal.
I have a doctor's appointment sometime today. The office has to call me back to see when they are able to squeeze me in. Oh joy.
And the Dinks is home with me.
Remember my posts where I thought I was being evil mommy because I was either yelling or arguing with her? I think she either remembers those times, too, or she got on-line and read my blog (clever girl). Be as it may, she is taking all out full advantage of the fact I can't talk above a low whisper.
I can't help but laugh. She's being a typical little kid.
"Hot damn! Mom can't yell at me. Where are my crayons and the Marks-a-lot?"