I'm feeling not so comfortable. Want to take an ibuprophen but that means food. Food means food. I can hear nurse Jim now, "I don't think sherbert counts as food." If bananas don't count, I'm sherbert is a close second, if not first. Secondly I'm not feeling blogging tonight. Sorry if I sound crabby, just keeping it real. Bill is under the house trying to fix the dryer. Our dryer is clogged from the outside, Bill said maybe a mouse! EEEEEWWWWW! Not what I want to think about, but at least takes my mind off achy breaky...anywho, trying to keep the humor. I'll keep ya'll posted on the dryer situation... Mice, EEEEWWWW! Gross!
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