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Tuesday Feels Like a Monday

Ally stayed home from school today. Just when I got over the crud, she appears to have come down with it, poor thing. She was coughing most of the night. I know this because she and Ashley slept on a mattress on the floor by my side of the bed. Her voice is nearly gone. I drove Ash to school this morning because neither one of us was moving too quickly and we missed the bus. She was fine with that because she'd prefer I drive her every day! Then I went for a little drive all by myself. I could do this because my nephews, Cameron and Cody are here spending a few days with us. It was nice. I turned on the CD player, listened to music and reveled in my solitude. I don't get much time alone and sometimes I simply crave it.

I went to Fred Myer's to pick up some juice and medicine for Allison. Unfortunately I forgot to bring my glasses with me. I couldn't really read the medicine boxes but bought one that said Dimeatapp cough and cold. I thought the box was a little small, but chalked it up to the fact that it was probably tablets or concentrated. I'd actually purchased INFANT medicine that came with an eye dropper. ::sigh:: Sometimes I amaze myself at my stupidity. I gave her the whole bottle, as it wasn't much. She's been napping now.

The kittens are growing at such a fast rate! They won't be a week old until tomorrow but they're already getting pudgy. Here's a picture of Uncle Daddy, keeping vigil outside our closet door just waiting for a chance to go in and see his babies.

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Here's one of the babies. The white one doesn't appear to be as white as first thought. It's more of a buff color and it's ears appear to be gray. Looks like there is some Siamese in the mix with that one.

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BACK

Back on the horse
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Back into his soul
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The poison he pours
Dark liquid his chains

Backed into a corner
Heartbroken and torn
Back into the needle
The eye of the storm

Back to the wall
Soul bruised torn and broken
Back to my pain
His eyes half open

Back into the horror
Will he ever come back
Back into the nightmare
A needle in a sack

Back into his childhood
I loved him with fury
Looking back on his life
His choices my jury

How did this happen
Back to evil and sin
How can he do this
Lines on his skin

Back to my weeping
Back to my sorrow
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