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Monday that feels like Saturday

It always messes me up when the kids have a day off of school. I kept thinking that today was Saturday and hubby was at work, as he sometimes is on the weekend. But nooooo, tomorrow, apparently, is Tuesday, not Sunday, as I had been thinking. Sometimes my brain just doesn't work right.

Yeah, yeah, Hush up. I don't need anyone forcibly agreeing with me on that one. I've already got enough going on in my head to make the point that I'm not too bright.

I did our taxes on Saturday, yay me. All done, signed, emailed off and now we await the refund to be deposited into our bank account next week. I hope I did it right.

I've got taco meat on the stove and I should go finish making dinner. Still need to shred some cheese, cut up the lettuce and and peel the avocados. Mmmm..I love Mexican food. It's one of my favorites.

Sorry, I apologize for the boring blog post. I've got a massive headache and the Excedrin I took is making me all jittery. I hate that feeling. I'm not thinking all too clearly right now.

A friend was showing me pictures that he and his wife took on a cruise to Alaska this year. I so want to go... Perhaps I just want to run away, escape... Wouldn't be the first time I felt that way. Sigh.

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  1. know that feeling...really needed to about two weeks ago, but surviving now. You really need to do the cruise!!! ;) Been there, it was gorgeous.

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  2. Oh, how I'd love to do a cruise! Perhaps once the wee ones are grown. We'll see.

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  3. What is really good for a headache is a whitesnakes cuddle........

    Trouble is...ya would have ta come ALL THE WAY OVER HERE.

    Hang on.....That's not a bad thing eh?

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  4. Steve, you don't know how badly I'd love to come to Austrailia. Oh, and get that hug too!

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  5. you are formerly invited to one evening at the kindness lodge. you will receive a much needed shoulder and scalp massage and a manicure and pedicure. you will fully realize that you are not boring but that all of us go through a sort of down time... where we find ourselves unable to write, read, or even post a witty comment... know... know that this is only in our minds... it happens to the best of us... this deception of being boring.

    an evening at the kindness lodge will do nothing to alleviate this affect but if you wanna get away... what tha...H?!!!

    silly me

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