  my arm is sore today. I know that may not matter to anyone, it barely matters to me. It is a minor annoyance that is easy to deal with.
While I'm complaining, I may as well tell anyone that is reading about how my stomach feels like a can of worms on crack that are about to devour each other in a wave of insane rage. What a lovely way to describe nausea, my dear. At this current moment, the boy is in his playpen screaming. Just his normal occasional screams. He was in here with me, standing in his crib but he began screaming in my ear and I thought he could take his nap in his box. He is not napping. I have put this stuff in my hair, this cholesterol stuff that feels like death and holds my hair like glue. It's purpose is to soften and strengthen my hair...we'll see. Soon I will take a shower and the boy and I will get in Sangria and go for a drive.
We will sing. Probably today will be lots of "did you ever see the faces of the children they get so excited" over and over because I love to sing that. Today is Tuesday, and I am off today. I am off on Friday yippie and will more than likely do nothing then as well. The boy is not napping. I am assuming he would prefer to nap in the car while I sing like Ann-Margaret. 
