Wednesday, February 22, 2006


Hating life today . . .a touch of the stomach flu or some such thing. Hubby has flown the coop to start that new job - whatever - so it's me and Mr. Miles solo. I was just tap-tap-tapping my foot waiting for him to get tired enough to go to sleep tonight so I could curl up in my bed and moan. Luckily, he was down at 7:15 as per usual and I'm left alone to lick my wounds. Hoping tomorrow is a better day . . .

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