Head colds suck. Actually? They blow it out the ass. Especially ones that last two weeks. Gah.
We survived the weekend by eating gluten-free snickerdoodles and drinking lots and lots of hot tea.
What a way to celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary on Saturday. Yeah. We live it up.
(My completed work of progress from Friday was a minibook for Aaron.)
Of course, children being children, the boys refused to indulge their miserable-ness with us and just had to play.
So Griffin got to play in the sprinkler, probably the last time for the year. Hello 94 degree weather in October in Kansas.
And you can never stop Darwin from being ornery. The child can give the energizer bunny a run for his money.
On Saturday I received a beautiful package from Monica.
Gluten-free chocolate cookies, gummy bears (which are now gone, of course), a fabulous book and paper airplanes. It was suppose to arrive while my stupid fucking foot was still broken, but getting a parcel in the mail when you've got a raging head cold is really delightful.
Luckily, the head cold finally seems to be on its way out. Which is really good. I'm almost as tired bitching about it as I'm sure you are hearing about it. (Notice how the head cold as officially sucked all the creativeness out of me. Damn.)