I cut my finger opening a carton of Chobani pineapple yogurt. It's kind of like a paper cut except I got it from the foil seal, not from paper. I can honestly say that in all my years of yougurt eating, this is the first time I can remember cutting myself. Why, Chobani? Why do you cut me when you know I just want to taste your pineapple-y goodness? Yeah, it's been that kind of day.
Walker picked up my compression sleeve today. I have to try it on yet, but the person who measured me seemed to know exactly what to do, so I'm not worried. That was my last pre-vacation errand. Now all I have to do is wait a couple weeks for the vacation to actually start.
Walker also picked up a cold from somewhere. Even if I hadn't talked to his stuffy-headed self, I would still have known he was sick the minute I came home from work yesterday. How? Well, for starters, the little bubble packs that Day Quil caplets come in are all over the house: in the kitchen, the bedroom, the desk by the front door.....I call it "The Trail of Walker". I pretty much know how he spends his time by the trail of debris he leaves around the house. It's kind of like a treasure hunt, only with dishes and food wrappers and discarded mail instead of actual treasure.
We're expecting freezing rain tonight. There's not much to be said about that. I just hope it holds off until I get home from work.
Wow, my life is boring. There's not much to be said about that, either. I'll try to stir up some mischief so I have something better to tell you about tomorrow.
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