Last week I spent a lot of time meal planning and cooking.
Alex threw up.
(O.k, probably not my fault and more like a stomach virus.)
This weekend I went on walks (in the actual outdoors) and even jogged a little bit.
(Mostly beside Max as he rode his bike.)
Today, I woke up with a wicked cold.
Eyes, ears, throat burning.
I was planning on some house cleaning today.
But I am afraid the house might burn down.
In other news, I came across these deflating balloons on the floor.
(Reg was the first one)
David had not only drawn faces on them but given them names.
The balloons were pretty hard to photograph....they kept scooting away from me as if repelled.
Does that mean I'm carrying around too many electrons?
Maybe they thought they were going to have to eat my chicken parm.