Hmmm... what should I do with myself for a whole week?
My man has left me at home alone for a whole week. He's gone flying off this morning to hang with his family at his sister's house in Amesbury, MA. He'll sure be cold, but he does miss the snow, so he'll get a good dose of that. Hopefully he'll update Flickr with some great photos of his neices.
Generally when he goes out of town, I can't make myself go upstairs to go to bed, and often end up passing out on the couch sometime in the middle of the night. Hopefully, the fact that I haven't slept well all week will help me get a full night of sleep. I thought that maybe I'd play SIMs until I got too tired, but we all know that I would end up watching the sun come up before I would realize it was 'night-night time'.
I was also thinking that I'd cook and bake and stuff, but we've eaten out this week and I have a fridge full of leftovers (I HATE to eat leftovers, except maybe pizza), so maybe it's a week of Taco Bell for me. Oh, and going to the gym. yea, thats right. The gym.
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Or you could come see me... :-)
Or you could go see Liz
You should go see liz. Don't come see me...I'll get you sick. Then again, if I didn't get you sick on Saturday, when I was contageous, you're probably fine. But I'm still coughing a lot, so no, Go See Liz. :)
If I were alone for a week, but still had to work, what would I do...no Ted, no Maya....hmmm...eat Baked Potatoes for dinner every night, and watch my Sex and the City Box Set. :) Maybe some Buffy in there too, for a twist.
OK, ladies... Let's be honest. She's not coming to see me. She's coming to see Tommy.
WHAT?
I don't want to see your 'pooping out the side of his diaper' son! I'm coming to see Ben and talk about his new speedy computer.
And come to think of it, I am a bit more snotty and mucusy in the lungs, then I was last week. Maybe Julie did get me sick and I shouldn't go spread that to the poopy child.
your making excuses Cherry.
You aren't SERIOUSLY going to let ONE bad diaper frighten you away, are you? ARE you?
Maybe you talk to Tommy and tell him it's inappropriate to let poo come out of the diaper. He needs to understand that you can't just go around pooing on guests. No matter how much they seem like family. He must learn to control his bodily functions.
Aw come on! Give the guy a break! It's not like he pooed ON her. He hasn't done that since he was teeny little guy. It's just simple physics. Big meal in equals big... Well, you know. Anyway, perhaps we should blame the cheap Costco diapers that we insist on buying.
Maybe you should start buying Tommy some "oops I crapped my pants". I hear those work good.
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