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To say “when it rains it pours” at my house would be a drastic understatement, it’s much more similar to a typhoon. For me, that means God must be readying me for something big and for you it means, don’t stand to close, you might get very wet.
So here I am, on top of every other bump and valley, sick again. My throat is on fire and my nose is running like a bucket. Do you see that cute little blue eyed boy on the post below? Don’t let his good looks fool you, he is a walking virus.
I wept on my daughter’s shoulder in the driveway, feeling very sorry for myself and wondering when I was going to catch a break. I’m not usually the type that feels sorry for myself, but lately, I must admit, I have felt that way more often than not.
Unfortunately, pity parties do little to help, but I can dream can’t I?
Well, I’m off. The NyQuil and I have a big date tonight.
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