Boredom Quiz

The kids are watching Teen Titans, so I’ve been mindlessly scrolling on Facebook. I came across this quiz someone posted because they’re bored and decided to do a little post.

1. Who are you named after? A soap opera character.

2. Last time you cried? A couple of days ago. We were watching The Office and Jim asked Pam out on a date. It always gets me.

3. Do you like your handwriting? Nah, my handwriting is really inconsistent, so not really.

4. What is your favorite deli meat? Shredded cajun turkey. And I mean shredded, not thinly sliced.

5. Longest relationship? 16 years

6. Do you still have your tonsils? No

7. Would you bungee jump? I wanted to when I was younger. I did abungee flyer ride at an amusement park a couple of times, but not the real deal. I’d only do it now if I were super old and on my deathbed.

8. What is your favorite kind of cereal? Oops All Berries.

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9. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No.

10. Do you think you’re strong willed? Hells yeah.

11. Favorite ice cream? Cookies and cream or caramel.

12. What is the first thing you notice about a person? Eyes.

13. Football or baseball? Football to watch, baseball to play.

14. Favorite donut? Chocolate cream from Dunkin Donuts.

15. Last thing you ate? A Slim Jim. I’m all about that health.

16. What are you listening to? The kids watching Teen Titans Go to the Movies. This scene is absolutely hilarious, if you’re extra board and wanna laugh.

17. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Aqua.

18. What is your favorite smell? My grandmother’s powder.

19. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My MIL.

20. Married? Yes.

21. Hair color? Brown, but I have some red highlights now too.

22. Eye color? Blue.

23. Favorite food to eat? Steak or chicken parm or pizza. I can’t choose.

24. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy.

25. Last movie you watched in a theater? Star Wars, I think.

26. What color shirt are you wearing? Brown.

27. Favorite holiday? Thanksgiving or Halloween.

28. Beer or Wine? Neither, give me a nice rummy cocktail.

29. Night owl or morning person? Night owl.

30. Favorite day of the week? Saturday.

31. Favorite animal? Penguins or elephants I guess. I don’t care for animals in my home.

32. Do you have a pet? My family has two dogs.

33. Where would you like to travel? Somewhere in the Caribbean!

Enjoy Your Plague-Cation

We went from thinking, “Maybe we should try to snag a spring break cruise for the family” a couple weeks ago to “We ain’t going nowhere…and it’s a plauge-cation, not a stay-cation” super fast.

The coronavirus has hit my county, and we have several cases right now. We were told on Friday that the schools would be closed for two weeks, and then today the governor announced that all schools across the state would close for two weeks. Most of our schools aren’t able to do e-learning properly yet, but the teachers are supposed to be putting together packets for the kids to work on at home. So I guess we’ll finally get a taste of homeschooling, which I’d thought about doing with the kids in the past. My husband’s boss had his group working from home full-time again starting a couple weeks ago, so we’ll have plenty of togetherness.

I found out that one of the coronavirus patients in my county is a relative, and that she had visited my in-laws a few days before we did. They aren’t showing any symptoms yet, thankfully. My FIL has had such a rough time with his health that I’m not sure how he’d fare with that. He’s in his upper 70s, as well. The kids and I, on the other hand, all started running fevers yesterday. The boy hasn’t been coughing, just a fever, and the girl and I have been hacking our heads off. I’m hoping it’s just a cold, because our house is certainly not a stranger to getting the crud! We decided on Friday afternoon after we found out about my relative having the virus that we wouldn’t go anywhere just in case. We had already bought groceries (including a pack of toilet paper that we actually needed, which I’m sad to report that I learned today is single-play garbage, RIP my butt), so we didn’t have to worry about that.

We’ve been coming up with ideas for what we’ll do with all of this extra quality time we’re getting. So far, most of it involves movies. The boy wants to watch all of the Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and Marvel movies. I’m too lazy to do the math, but that may very well get us through this whole thing. After I feel less yucky, I plan to catch up on some projects I’ve been meaning to get to around the house. I already caught up on my laundry, which is nice. The girl’s plan is for me to let her use my phone to play games whenever she wants.

The one single good thing about this virus stuff has been the memes. I know a lot of folks don’t like people joking around about it, but humor has always been my way of dealing with tough crap, so I’m enjoying the memes. Here are a few of my favorites:

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Are you social distancing yet?

Braaaain Dump, Feb 27 Edition

Wanna know the worst thing about winter? It’s not ice. It’s not snow. It’s not even the depletion of Vitamin D and the low moods that go with it.

Does this even qualify as being snow? It’s from our big “snowstorm.”

The. Yearly. Fucking. Physical.

That’s the worst part of winter.

Our insurance company gives us a $500 “discount” on insurance if we get the physicals and send in our data. And by discount, I mean “Here’s your set price, and you’ll pay an extra $40 bucks per month on top of that if you don’t go get this done.” I don’t think they quite grasp how discounts usually work.

So, this time of year I make a post where I bitch and moan because I hate getting physicals done. No one likes it, no one likes getting their blood drawn, and no one especially likes having to weigh in and all the fun that comes with that. Frankly, it ended up likely being a good thing I went this year, but I’ll still grumble now and every year that I’m on this blog.

The paperwork for the discount is due February 28. Ideally, you go sometime in January. Much to my husband’s dislike, I put off the appointment as long as possible. I went in Monday, which didn’t please my husband, because he said that wasn’t long enough for them to get the lab results, complete the paperwork (it’s just two sheets, sigh), and fax it (fax, not snail mail). It makes him sweat bullets, because apparently $500 will make or break us. Not really, thankfully, but you’d think it is a matter of life or death or something. His irritation is kind of amusing, and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t factor into my procrastination. (She had it faxed in 24 hours.)

Monday was the general unpleasantness, plus a little extra. I’ve had a spot on the top right of my forehead for a couple years. It started out really small and pink, and then it got yucky and crusty and a bit larger and itchy. (Gross, but hey, my side swept bangs conveniently cover it.) The PA I saw a couple years ago when it came up brushed it off once and then twice. After the spot went rather 3D, I decided to get my new doctor look at it. She called it a pre-cancerous lesion and froze it off. I have to go see a dermatologist in a couple of months to check out some other moles/spots she’s concerned about and see if any of the spot she froze off grew back.

I’m very white, very freckled, and have probably had a hundred sunburns easily, so it was just a matter of time before something like this came up. Hopefully all goes well in a couple months, and this is a good reminder for me to stop being so sporadic with my use of sunscreen. (It’s also a good reminder for those of you who are kinda slack like me, so sunscreen up.) And, despite my blog name, I’m not all anxious about it. So there’s that.

In other general unpleasantness, there’s me. I know that comes as a shock to y’all, since I’m a ray of sunshine, but it’s true, I am prone to bouts of unpleasantness. This one is likely a bipolar thing, which my psychiatrist is trying to help me get back to my version of normal. (And my normal is so not normal normal, but it’ll do.)

His suggestion last month when we talked and I told him about the unpleasantness (read: mild depressive moods, bad anxiety, shit sleep, and severe irritability, hence the unpleasantness) was to reduce one of my meds. I’ve been taking Wellbutrin along with Lamictal for a while, like almost two years I think, and it made things so nice for the most part. The Lamictal helped a lot, but the Wellbutrin did a good job of leveling out the depressive moods I was prone to.

After reducing the Wellbutrin throughout January and most of February, I saw the psych again on Tuesday, and he decided to take me off of it completely. I was reluctant, because I worry that changing things could make things worse. And maybe this is just a small hurdle I need to get over and things will get back to my normal soon. And if I stop taking it now and things get sucky then…blah blah. I stopped it, though, because this guy is good and the reasons he gave made sense. So, we’ll see what happens over the next few days.

(So maybe I’ll be steering this blog back to mental health stuff for a while.)

I have been bitten by the reading bug in 2020. It’d be nice to get bitten by the writing bug or the cleaning bug, but this bug has me reading.

  • You
  • Hidden Bodies
  • Todd Fisher’s My Girls
  • The Wolf of Wall Street
  • This Boy’s Life
  • The Rooster Bar
  • The Storyteller
  • Carrie Fisher’s Wishful Drinking
  • Carrie Fisher’s Shockaholic

This has been a nice break from all the autism reading.

Two things: First, I’m obviously on a Carrie Fisher kick. I adored her, and as a fellow bipolar person, I am fascinated by her life. Second, about half of my reading list has been bio stuff, which I don’t usually do, but I’ve enjoyed it.

What have y’all read this year, and so you have any recommendations?

Cruise Fun

I’m so thankful we got to get away for our 3-day cruise! And I really missed the kids, so three days away was enough. (Although they had me rethinking that an hour after getting home and fighting and stuff lol.) But, as a cruise addict, I’m ready to get on a boat again and am planning. (Never mind the fact that we already had one scheduled for June for the whole family.)

Cruising isn’t for everyone, I know, but I love everything about it. If you want a few days with literally no responsibilities and nothing to worry about or take care of other than your kids if they’re along — and don’t mind being on a crowded ship in the middle of the ocean — then cruising is the best.

Cooking? Don’t have to, there are restaurants and buffets and snack bars and free room service around the clock. There’s so much variety, too, although I eat literally the same thing for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. Cleaning? Don’t have to do that, other than put away your clothes and the such. (And if you don’t do that and your kids leave their shit out, the room steward will take care of that, too, as we shamefully discovered on the first family cruise when they came to take care of the room earlier than we expected. That didn’t happen again.) Entertainment? Round-the-clock entertainment such as music, comedy shows, trivia, games, water slides, the casino, and more is right there. And omg, someone bringing me all of the boozy drinks I can stand.

Cruise life is the best life for me.

Our port on this trip was Nassau, which I’ve been to several times. We usually do a beach day, but we opted for doing a self-guided walking tour of Nassau this time. We walked down to Junkanoo Beach so we could get a taste of the ocean and hung around sipping on daquiris for an hour and then moved on. We saw a bunch of old cathedrals, toured a chocolate making place, and visited some other places, but our favorite was touring the rum distillery there. After touring, we settled in at the bar and got the best drinks of our lives. The pina coladas were amazing, and I’m pretty sure I’ll never have one that well-made again (until we go back). A lot of rum settled in at the bottom, and it actually tasted very good (I usually hate the taste of liquor on its own). I barely made it through my first one before buzzing and had to sit there for a while to finish the second.

We ended up walking about five miles around Nassau, according to my iPhone, and saw so much. My feet were swollen by the time we got on the boat, but it was well worth it. My husband and I both agreed that was our favorite visit to that port. Since we’re planning on only 3-day cruises for our personal trips in the future and Nassau will be the only port for such a short cruise, we want to do something similar each time. The plan next time is to hit up as many museums. They have a Pirate-themed escape room that looked like a lot of fun, too.

I was kinda nervous about coming up with the flu or another virus, but so far we’re fine. I didn’t see anyone so much as cough, and there are sanitizing stations everywhere. I still had a little bit of the crud when I got on the boat (I’m not contagious, it was still lingering from January), but started feeling good by the evening and didn’t take my medicine the whole time. Of course, now that I’m off of what should be germ central, I’m all congested again. I think all of the rum helped me fight off the crud, so I should probably start having a rum drink or two to keep the crud away. (Or maybe, just maybe, it was the Vitamin C in the drink. Hmm.)

In closing, great time, great fun, and totally rejuvenated.

Pounced Right Into The ER

We’ve had two ER visits since early December. One for LM and his gruesome finger injury and one for BG. And the reason for her visit scared me more than anything else ever has.

On Monday, the girl and I were on the bed playing lions. She was the lion and I was the gazelle, which she planned to eat for supper. When she scooted back a bit on the bed to pounce, she went too far and fell backwards off the bed. It seemed like it happened in slow motion. One second she had that big happy face she was trying to contort into a serious face to start her roar, and the next she was wide-eyed and going backwards.

She hit her head on the exercise bike next to the bed. I ran around to grab her, and she was screaming as blood came down from the back of her head. My husband ran in to see what was going on and grabbed some paper towels to stop the bleeding, but they were quickly soaked through. I grabbed a white towel and the part I pressed against her head quickly turned red, too.

“Drive to the ER or call 911?” I asked my husband. He said the hospital since by the time it took an ambulance to reach us, we could be almost at the ER anyway. I drove and he sat in the back with the girl. At that point, I was pretty fucking concerned, but not freaking out. And then my husband started yelling at BG to wake up. I looked around to see that she was barely keeping her eyes open. It took all three of us shouting to keep her awake. After we’d get her alert, she’d nearly doze off again.

“I can’t do this anymore!” she sobbed after getting her to wake up/alert several times.

Y’all, I was more scared than I’ve ever been then. Blood loss and a head injury and having to fight to keep her awake? I really thought I was about to lose her. And then LM started screaming that she was dying, which certainly didn’t help matters. I was praying up a storm.

Around that time, LM grabbed the phone and called 911. My husband took it and they told us not to stop and to continue driving to the hospital. Making it to the hospital without wrecking or running over someone is probably a miracle in itself.

When we went inside the ER, a nurse came out and checked out BG’s head. The bleeding had slowed down, so she put some gauze and a bandage on it and tossed the bloody towel we came in with. The girl was sobbing but wasn’t dozing off anymore and was alert, thankfully. The nurse said they were slammed because of the flu, but that BG would be seen quicker because of her age. I don’t want to know what not being seen quickly would have meant, as we waited almost four hours.

When they finally called BG back, we waited a while and then a doctor (well, a PA) came in. He spent a few minutes in with her and said she could go home after the nurse cleaned the wound. He said it looked worse than it was because head injuries bleed so much. The wound wasn’t as big as we thought it would’ve been, and the PA said he could put a staple in it to close it or wait and see if the pediatrician next day and see if she thought it needed one. We opted for waiting since BG was already freaking out from the guy examining her, and he had zero patience with her.

She wrote this note for me while we waited. Its meant to say, “Dear Mommy, I am okay. ❤ N–“

I was concerned about the possibility of concussion since BG was dozing off in the car, so I asked about that. The PA said no since she was talking and that sometimes kids get sleepy in cars. What happened with BG wasn’t the same as a kid napping, so I guess the loss of blood just had her feeling woozy. It seemed like so much at the time, but I guess it wasn’t, relatively speaking.

We saw a pediatrician the following day, and she thought her wound looked looked like it would heal fine, so no staple needed. Whew. (She was shocked that the guy at the ER let her leave without one if he thought it was possible she needed one, though.) She evaluated the girl for a concussion, too, and said she thought she was fine but to watch out for behavioral changes.

The wound seems to be healing up very nicely! BG has done a good job at not picking at the scab and letting us keep it clean, so I don’t think we’ll have to worry about infection.

It’s something how an injury that seemed life-threatening at one point ended up being totally fine. (Knock on wood!) My husband commented that he guessed she didn’t even need to go to the ER after all, but I think it was the right call, blood or no blood.

You’d think that the whole thing would make BG slow down a little, but nope. I went in my bedroom this afternoon and found her sitting on top of a stack of pillows on my bed.

“I’m on Pride Rock!” she said and roared and then fell off the stack. At least Pride Rock wasn’t at the edge of the bed.

On another note, it’s time to work on my next book — “Five Little Lion Cubs Catching A Gazelle On the Bed.” 😉

It’s The Illness That Wouldn’t End…

It goes on and on my friends,
Someone started coughing,
Not knowing what it was,
And I’ll keep on coughing for ever just because…

That’s my bastardization of the Lambchop song. I never watched the show, but my cousin used to sing it to annoy me, so I know it.

My cough does not want to go away. It’s not bad enough to go to the doctor, but it’s enough to make me feel yucky and drained. Thank the lord for some Mucinex, which gives me a little relief even though it makes me feel weird for whatever reason. Cold and allergy medicines do me that way.

I’ve been busy because that’s how we roll. (And I’m not contagious, crud just takes its time moving on from me.) I’ve been helping out at the girl’s school, doing project stuff, chauffeuring (a word I will apparently never learn how to spell, because I always get the red squiggle under the word and have to go back to fix it), etc. The usual.

New Year, New Little Man. It has been pretty obvious that he is starting to go through puberty. Tiny little mustache, slightly deeper voice. Plus he’s much moodier than normal and has been rather aggressive. We’ve had The Talk a few times (because no matter how thorough we think we are, more questions come up, so don’t think it’s One and Done, parents of younger kids) and my husband recently asked if he was interested in girls yet, but the boy said he wasn’t and that it was gross. A recent check on his phone revealed otherwise. I was not ready to see “Hot girls” and “girl boobz” in his search history. Where’d my baby go? All these other baby-faced sixth graders, and then there’s LM.

So, yeah, he’s interested. And he feels bad about it because it means he’s growing up, which he doesn’t want to do. Adolescence, such a tough time. I wouldn’t go back there for anything. He said he likes a girl, but won’t tell us who it is because he’s embarrassed. If I were a betting person, I’d bet that it’s the girl who he texts a lot and invited to his birthday party who has literally the exact same interests as him, but I’m not saying anything.

The New Year has brought us a slightly more bizarre version of Baby Girl. More bizarre to me, anyway. She gets obsessed with certain things, and now one of the things is lions and other wild animals from the African savanna. She can tell you a million little factoids, which is neat, but the bizarre part is how she walks around pretending to be an animal. Not surprising, but bizarre nonetheless when a child walks on all fours, growls, pounces on you, and bites you. This is what happens when you have a pet lion cub who is learning how to hunt and you’re an antelope, even if you didn’t realize you were an antelope. I think we’ve moved on from the body organ obsession now. (Never mind, it’s back.)

She also really loves hyenas, namely spotted hyenas. The zoo we went to didn’t have any hyenas, so we’re looking into nearby zoos that have them. Her school is having a masquerade ball, and she wanted me to make a hyena mask, so I did. I imagine it’ll stand out a bit from the other masks!

We met with the girl’s teacher and teacher assistant this week to discuss her progress. Everything is going well for the most part. Her teacher said she’s coming out of her shell and getting more comfortable with her classmates. She said BG seems interested in talking to more kids aside from the couple she bonded with early on, which they’re excited about. Unfortunately, she is talking a lot when she shouldn’t be, so she’s had to put her head down a few times. Her teacher said she doesn’t want to get on her much because she’s happy she’s comfortable and talking so much and doesn’t want her clamming up.

BG is also showing she’s getting more comfortable by being difficult at times. My words, not theirs. When they ask her to pick up her toys at centers or complete her work, she’ll tell them no and that she’s done. Yikes. They aren’t sure yet of her reading level because she shuts down and refuses to do more or answer questions to show she understands what she’s reading. Same with writing, which has improved greatly, but when she’s done, she’s done. Again, they don’t want to push her too much. They can tell she’s close to boiling over. She has liked her teachers from day one, but her letting her guard down is how we know she’s absolutely comfortable with who she’s around. Double-edged sword.

They had a lot of positive stuff to say overall and seem to really enjoy having her there. I’d hate to see how she would’ve done with LM’s kindergarten teacher at his old school. She complained constantly about him talking or squirming in his seat. I can only imagine how many meltdowns BG would’ve had at this point. BG’s class is very laid back and they get a lot of opportunity for moving around, as kids that age should.

After the meeting, I talked to BG about these things. No talking when the teacher is talking or when you’re otherwise not supposed to and when the teacher tells you to do something, listen and try your best. Her response:

“Well, when I grow up, I’ve decided I’m going to be a kindergarten teacher. And in my class, we’ll play all the time, talk when we want, plus I’ll hire someone to come in and clean up messes so the students won’t have to.”

That child.

Here’s some fun news — my husband and I are on for a cruise again. We’re going for a 3-day cruise on Valentine’s Day weekend. That Monday will be a holiday, so the other grandparents will have the day off to help as needed, plus the kids won’t need to be taken to school. If we plan any future trips together, we’ll have to make sure we do the holiday weekend thing, since that makes things easier.

We thought about doing something different. Trip to NYC or Las Vegas. My husband was taken aback by my itinerary, which scheduled practically every waking minute and noped out. Taking a bus from Las Vegas to the Grand Canyon and hiking and seeing it for the first time would’ve been awesome, but I’m definitely looking forward to the R&R. Hopefully my crud will be cleared up by then.

What’s new with y’all?

Repost: That Time I Broke My Ass

From a few years ago…


I am a very clumsy person. I’ve broken several bones, had more sprains than I can count, and often have bumps and bruises that I have no idea how I got.

Me + doing anything more than walking = disaster.

Okay, maybe it’s not that bad, but close.

When I was in the eighth grade, I had the opportunity to go on a skiing trip with the rest of the grade. What fun! I had never been skiing before, plus a guy that I liked a lot in my class was going on the trip, so I knew it would be an awesome time.

After we got there, I went through the thing they had set up for beginners and by lunch time, I was ready to go down the intermediate trail. So I went down it a couple of times and built up my confidence.

My confidence built up quickly. Too quickly.

The third time I went down, I decided to go down fast. So down the hill I went in a straight line. About halfway down, I realized that I was going too fast. I knew that if I didn’t start slowing my ass down, I would going to crash into something or someone at the bottom.

So I turned my skis inward to try to slow down. Except I turned my skis in too much so that they crossed to form an X, and I lost my balance. Not good. I did sort of a front flip, landed hard on my butt, and rolled down the hill.

It felt like this:

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But probably looked more like this:

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The bad: it hurt like hell and I couldn’t move for a few minutes, plus the guy all the other girls swooned after saw it.

The good: said guy was very concerned and practically carried me back to the lodge. And some petty girls were jealous, not that they bothered checking on me. I was told that a couple of girls tried to fake accidents later, but their wipeouts weren’t as successful as mine as far as getting the guy’s attention went.


The next day, my butt region was so sore that my grandma wouldn’t let me go to school and took me to the doctor.

“You have fractured your tailbone,” I was told after the doc checked out my x-ray. I was told to take it easy, no softball (and tryouts were the very next week), and that I should sit on a little cushion to stay comfy while it healed up.

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So after the weekend, I went to school with my cushion. I didn’t think anything about it until a friend snatched it up and exclaimed, “You got hemorrhoids?!” during homeroom. Heads turned.

I explained to her that no, I did not have hemorrhoids and that I had fractured my tailbone.

“YOU BROKE YOUR ASS?!!!!” All of the heads turned. The teacher threatened to send my friend down to visit her dad (who was also a teacher) if she used that language again.

You would be amazed at just how much interest that pillow got from the other students. Quite a few of them wanted to sit on it to try it out, and one kid offered me a buck if I would let him sit on it for the whole day. And to think, they thought I was the weird one.

After the ass breaking, there was the foot breaking after hopping a fence at Carowinds and landing wrong. Eighth grade was not the best year for me and my bones!

So, what embarrassing accidents have y’all had? 

Anyone Find My Lung?

So, I ended up with bronchitis, and it has been kicking my ass. I’m talking coughing-spasms-till-you-pee-yourself. TMI? Probably, but thank god for pads. I think the worst is over now, but knowing my history with bronchitis and my lovely asthmatic lungs, I probably won’t be at 100 percent for a while. (But is anyone really at 100 percent from January to March/April when the flu and colds and stomach bugs are going around? I’ll have plenty of company, I’m sure.)

Wanna hear what my sympathetic child said to me not once, but twice while I was at my sickest?

“Could you stop breathing, please? I don’t like the sound you make when you breathe now.”

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Tonight the girl suggested putting on her noise-canceling headphones while I listened to her so she wouldn’t have to hear my funny breathing. I told her to just take the book to her dad.

We were supposed to be on a cruise ship a week from Thursday, but that isn’t happening. I can’t remember if I already posted about this or not, but we had to cancel due to some health issues with my FIL. I’m really down about that because a break would be so damn nice and welcomed, but it is what it is. Silver lining, I won’t have to worry about hacking up a lung on a cruise ship (because I doubt I’ll be back to normal by then), nor will I have to worry about BG, who is becoming the Anxious Kid to my Anxious Mom.

And before I sound like some asshole worrying about a vacation when someone else is having health issues, let me say that he’s doing well right now. And he and MIL insisted it would be fine for us to go. It’s just that if a health issue comes up, it’s not like we can get back easily to get the kids. If we were in the U.S. and could easily catch a flight, it would be a little different. And we may do something like that next month, since MIL is insisting we need to get away, though I’m not sure how much of that is about us vs. about her getting some extra time with the grands lol.

You’d probably think with all the sick time I’ve had that I would be blogging or catching up on reading, but nah. I have been reading some books, though. I read a John Grisham book to start off the year. And then I binge-watched Unbelievable and the two seasons of You on Netflix over the past sick week. Unbelievable was incredible, and I see why everyone is obsessing over You. I wasn’t expecting to like it, but it hit me right in my guilty pleasure feels. I spent the two days after that reading the two books the show is based on. It is so not the kind of thing I would typically watch or read, but it hooked me.

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I need something else to read now, preferably something that isn’t making me cheer on a nutso serial killer.

What up, people?