Friday, January 04, 2008
Letter H - Head Cold
Need I say more. Hack...hack...sniff...aaaaachooooooo
On a different note, my daughter asked me if I would be interested in being her 'roommate'. We'd find another apartment and move in together. I already knew what my answer was going to be but I told her I'd think about it. That I'd think about it while two young boys were screaming and crying as loudly as they could, as they threw a temper tantrum. Ohmygawd... there is no way I would purposefully make my permanent living arrangement to include living with these two ... these two.... little boy-devils. When I thought of the actual physical move, I knew for sure I would not do this. I think I've probably moved 20 to 30 times in my life and I just can't do it any more. Besides.... please commit me if I give up the possibility of returning to living alone in my own space. With my own car. And my own pc. I could not think of one "payoff" for me in this arrangement.
On an up note, 'mom' is babysitting tomorrow night so I will have some personal time. Yahoo!!
I'm running out of tissues... gotta go now. aaah....aaaah..... aaaachoooooo!!