Monday - I'm going back to bed

It's Monday. I survived the weekend. I didn't have to use my bail money, hide a body or go to the ER. *knock wood* David pretty much handled everything this weekend with my hollerin at him to do it. But things got done. I actually made dinner. YES! Yes, I did. It wasn't much though. I just made a salad and sloppy joe's. I cheated using Manwich. Yes, I cheated. I used canned. Believe me, when I say this, David loves canned but he loves it more when I make the sauce from scratch using tomatoes. Even though making dinner was easy, I was so tired after getting dinner ready that I didn't want to eat. Trying to stand or walk on a badly pulled hamstring takes up all my energy. I had to go lie down with my leg up for 10 minutes before serving dinner. I'm so grateful for David because he understands.

Sometime this week, I have to go get blood drawn. 14 vials of it. I'm seeing a new specialist and he wants the testing all done before I go back to see him. So I need to get me some orange juice and cookies for when I finish letting them bleed me dry. Fucking vampires.

Bed Hog aka Lucy

I didn't sleep well last night because a certain little bed hog somehow opened up the bedroom door and took over the bed. I ended up watching the news at 2:20 this morning. Now, this little bed hog knows she's not supposed to come into the bedroom and sleep with David and me unless it's thundering or there are fireworks. I still don't know how she got past the child gate either. We made it climb proof. You know, barbed wire, landmines, man-eating Gestapo dogs and a steaming hot bathtub full mind altering bath bubbles. How she got through all that we don't understand. All I have to say is tonight before we go to bed, I need to add piranha. Y'all have a magical day. I'm going back to bed for a quick nap.