Ryan took the big boys to church this morning and I stayed home with Sickie McFever. I put him down for a nap the second they left then settled into working on my (INFURIATING) work project (after the usual procrastinating things like making my bed, putting on a bra and changing my shirt, and putting in a load of laundry). If he was allowed to text on his work-provided cell phone, this is what he would be hearing from me.
Miss you, please make Wes go potty before Sunday School.
Hope it's going well... any thoughts on lunch?
Man this spectrum issue is SO FRUSTRATING. Also, we are out of cookies. Problem.
Have I mentioned how much I like the Thai Chicken Salad from Panera? We are out of lunchmeat.
If you see Sandy, please tell her thanks again for the hand-me-downs.
MATLAB IS THE DEVIL.
Did you know we are expecting sleet this afternoon? I'll go shopping right when you get home for bananas.
MATLAB IS SO STUPID. *I* AM SO STUPID. A Thai Chicken Salad and a bag of chocolate chip mini-cookies might make me feel smarter.
And a large iced tea.
I'm sorry for acting crazy. I hope the boys are acting nicely for you. Thanks for the work time.
SATAN INVENTED SPECTRAL ANALYSIS AND I WISH IT WOULD DIE.
YAY, I got it to work!!!
Crapcakes, the curves are switched. Wrong? Or GROUNDBREAKING. Probably wrong. COOKIES.
Aaaaannnd James is awake. Maybe he can help me figure out what to do.
He didn't have any advice, but he did get snot all over my shoulder.
Am laundering your undies, would like a salad please.
Love you, see you at home.