Friday, December 4, 2009

Spit.

No happy post from me today folks. Sometimes life is just crappy and unfair. Missing my niece's wedding. I feel like garbage, Doug is sick too now, and to add to the loveliness I dropped an 8 pounds can of peanut butter on my foot this morning.

I haven't even met my new nephew (Jessie's husband Daniel), and Jacob was supposed to be the ring bearer. Pi$$ed doesn't even begin to cover it.

4 comments:

Connie Weiss said...

So sorry that you're having a rough time.

Hang in there!

Joanna said...

Makes ya so mad you want to go punt a rooster, huh?

Soooo sorry! I was praying for you with all the family stuff and I'm looking at this as God saving you from other stuff. I know it doesn't make the pain of disappointment any easier to deal with but hugs to ya sweets. Today could have been a lot worse!

And the 8 pounder pb on foot? That was keeping you from the temptation of punting the dog, the rooster, the guys in your life. ;)

Pam said...

hugging you...

Young Wife said...

Boo. Hiss. Weeping with those who weep. ;)