Are you ever just motoring along fine and boom! you’re just in a bad mood? I usually catch myself and ask myself why I’m acting like Danny DiVito. Like. Damn, Gina. Go eat a snickers!
Jack out maneuvered me on his math work today. He was giddy but I’ve been saying all along that I am not smarter than a 5th grader. I’m barely smarter than a 2nd grader. Why am I allowed to have grown-up money and drive cars? I’m not qualified to adult if fractions has anything to do with it. Jack might be though.
Weekend plans include unpacking from last weekends trip. Honestly if that happens, I will be a solid 4 or 5 weeks? months? ahead of my usual schedule. I already washed the clothes we wore on the trip and, honestly, all that winning wore me slap out.