I want to take my daughter to see my mom before she has the baby.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A fellow church member and her husband have tested positive. They had been to Florida 2 weeks ago, and she and my mom where at the same funeral about 7 days ago.
No church service tonight for sanitizing the church.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
So the mom asked me to babysit over the weekend yesterday. I didn't mind and said yes. She said they were laying new flooring. Dad came and got the kiddos today and we were talking. Told him I heard they were all doing the flooring this weekend. He said no, he and his friend were doing the flooring. The wives were going out drinking. Sheesh, I don't give a rip why you want me to babysit. Your business your life. The lying thing irritates me.
And I'm really aggravated with DS right now. I'll ask him to do something for me (he loves being in his car and running around) and he'll say he'll get it done. If I remind him I'm a nag. But if I don't remind him he "forgets" it and "it really wasn't a big deal in the first place". Argh. And I wish he'd wash his hands more. Today I caught him wallering around on my bed with his nasty hands and feet all over my sheets. The ones I sleep on when I'm clean. Ick.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou