Did I write that correctly? Well sue me, at least I tried. The last Monday of 2002, and I woke up feeling very yucky. I’m going to ignore it and soldier on. But please please please tell me this isn’t the start of a cold or flu. That will make me sad. Very very sad.
To top it off, looks like we’re in for more weather tonight. Could be an ice storm or 4-6 inches of snow. You know, the lesser of two evils. If I’m in full cold mode by morning I will NOT want to mess with snow and ice, I can tell you that right now.
So I’m off to order The Boy’s birthday cake. He wants one with Arthur on it. I’m going to Joyce’s because I love their cakes. Mmmmmmmmmm. Cake.
Did I forget to mention here that the other day I decided I have maybe outgrown frosting? I’d been looking forward to having sugar cookies with this green Christmas frosting on it. So I made the cookies, put the frosting on three of them…and couldn’t eat it. Gah, how much sugar can one human ingest? Was it me, or was it the cookie-frosting combo? So sad was I. So I built it up in my mind for weeks only to not eat more than half a green-frosted cookie.