I think it's been raining all up and down the East Coast. I never watch the news or check the weather for any location other than my own back yard, so I'm not sure.
And not only is it rainy, it's cold too. Much too cool for the end of April. Bah! Today is Family Hot Dog Day at Buddy's school. Sissy and I plan on swinging by to have lunch with him. I think I'll get Sissy a happy meal before we go - I can't very well feed her a hot dog. She's only 2 and has never had even a chopped up hot dog.
I've become so much more lax with the 2nd kid than I was the first, but I'm still worried about choking hazards. Hot dogs just seem suspicious to me in their ability to possibly get lodged in a two year old's throat.
I've been unbelievably tired lately. In fact, on Friday night, I went to bed at an unheard of 9:30 pm. I've been getting in bed between 9:30 and 10 (except Saturday - we were up late watching a movie) every night. I'm normally more of a midnight or so bedtime person.
I know if I complain to one of my myriad of physician's, I'll just get yet another thyroid blood test. I swear I have the most examined thyroid in the county. Why is it that doctors see a thin person complain of tiredness and it's always the thyroid? I guess that sucker is responsible for many ills.
I'm tired today because I couldn't stop laughing about something Buzzardbilly told me on the phone yesterday. Seriously, I was in bed - trying to drift off to sleep and I thought about "the incident". I tried not to laugh, but I couldn't help myself. Then, I couldn't stop. The bed was shaking where I was repressing sound (didn't want to wake up the Evil Twin, who was in a foul mood anyway).
I finally was able to strike the thought from my head and get some rest, but not without a series of weird dreams first.
I hate this weather.