My Sad Fridge!

I'm finally feeling like I just might survive this nasty stuff.  It sure seems like the older I get, the harder this stuff is to get rid of.  Don't know if that's due to age or if the bugs are getting stronger.  Lucky for me, this time I didn't get the horrendous sore throat that usually accompanies the crud.

With my sad fridge looking pretty bare, I definitely need to hit the store today.  It will be a good test to see just how far I've come.  I turned those chicken breasts into chicken tenders, although they were tough as nails.  Should have pounded them out first, a thought that never entered my crud-filled brain.  There's one egg left in the carton, but that's for Jonathan.

Cooper, sweet boy, spent the entire day with me on the couch, as did Miss Jessie.  I think I watched every single episode of Yukon Vet.  I WOULD have watched the Yankees lose, but Direct TV saw fit to exclude it from my viewing area.

Here's a snapshot of my Seed Planting Classroom.  Just imagine 75 kids crowded around those six wooden tables.  That was due to a schedule mixup.  It's hard enough to keep the kids in line ... the teachers are even worse.  I was escorting 150 from the buses to the Time Travel Tractor ... how hard is that to stay in a straight line ... when I discovered 100 were missing.

I backtracked, to find the teacher taking pictures by the water wheel, in the complete opposite direction of our required travel.  They were worse than a herd of cattle to corral.  Pay ATTENTION people!!!  Most even have maps and time schedules and STILL don't know where to go.

Once I hit the store, I'll be back on the couch.  I would probably try to squeeze by, but Jonathan's supply of fresh veggies has run out completely.  I can breathe really well now and am hardly coughing at all.  It's all down to how strong do I feel.  Since I was able to vacuum the house after three weeks (good grief ... where does all that dirt come from????), I'm thinking I'm on the mend.  YAY FOR ME!!!!!