The problem with kids…
…is that they appropriate your bubble wrap (a.k.a. “pops” in kid-ese). Your hours of blissfully popping are over. I love big-bubble bubble wrap, and we just got a package with some in it a couple of days ago, and do you know how many bubbles I got to pop? Three, that’s how many. That sucks.
I just discovered the recipe section on the Reynolds Wrap website and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Tonight: pork chops in chutney.
That is, if the thunderstorm doesn’t take us out. Just what central Texas needs right now, more rain.
I didn’t get to the gym today, most notably because I have canker sores. In my throat. And they hurt, and that’s on top of the fact that I slept funny the other night and my neck’s all screwed up and I can’t turn my head. Wah wah, pity me, mmmm-kay?