
KUMBAYA, my
I'm not a native of the south, so I had no idea there was a traditional meal. I'm off to the grocery store to get sandwich stuff for tonight and ingredients for tomorrow's dinner. Like I'll have the energy to make it.
First I have two hours of physical therapy.

He's not laughing, he's rolling around screaming in pain.
Then I have to take the dogs in for their shots. I have to take them seperately because I can't hold both of them AND keep Jonathan from running into the street.
Then math and language arts with Jared. We can't fit much else in on PT days.
Then laundry. Again. Forever.

Why in the world is that smiley smiling about laundry...? Must be trying to hide something. Or she's just off her rocker NUTS.
Dinner tomorrow is a maybe at this point. Sandwiches again, anyone?