|We food-tent ladies did not dress like this.|
So, yeah, I felt AWESOME during all this. Short on sleep, sick, and stressed as hell listening to my neglected daughter cry...
So, today! A day blessedly free of mulch, and guess who has the cold now? Larry, of course. Only he's a MAN. He keeps reminding me of how sick he is and how HARD he worked yesterday. Join the club, buddy - join the damn club.
22 years of marriage, and he still doesn't realize I can out-bitch his grumpiness? What's up with that?
[Scouts image: Punching Kitty]
[Man cold image: Cloudy, With a Chance of Wine]