Two weeks of being sick and miserable and leaky….two….bloody….weeks. A very big thank you to the two brats that I was babysitting that got me sick. And the worst part, they were all delicate sniffles and slight fevers, while I woke up feeling like something that died a slow painful death.
Also: it is now like day 17 since I last saw my phone. It’s not in my room, not in the closet, not under my bed, not in my purse, not in my car. Who knows? At this point I should just rename the bloody thing Houdini and be done with it. It doesn’t help that I had it on silent- no, of course it couldn’t be easy finding it now could it?
Granted, my phone is an old piece of technology, more at home in the history museums than anything. But it works for me and I AM GETTING SICK OF LOSING IT. Maybe I should just surgically attach it to my forehead?
P.S. A very big apology to anyone who called or tried to get in touch with me. I’m sorry, I really am.