The weather here is crummy today. It is cold and blowing snow. I keep thinking about Karen. She says she is sicker than stink right now. The way she uses the word stink has always cracked me up. It has found its way right into my head and I found myself saying "stink" as I've been going around town this morning...
Stink. Why does that make me laugh?
I'm going to have to walk the dogs to do their business so they can't go waller in the wet snow and get all wet dog smelly. Stink.
I need to clean. Stink.
I am hungry and want to eat things like banana bread and chai tea egg nog lattes... which makes my butt big... well, bigger. Stink.
Did I say I need to clean? Yeah, I need to clean. Stink.
I don't want to clean the house. Stink.
I think I'm getting a sore throat. Mr. Macchiato has been sick all week. I think he breathed on me on purpose. I could just be freaked out because he's been so miserable. If I get sick... I will be sicker than stink too.
Get better Karen!!! You too Mr. Macchiato!!!