Day 4 - Chicken Soup

Who would have thought chicken soup is just as good as tomato soup!!! So two days in a row the sky parts and steps descend and I ascend into HEAVEN!! And no I didn't add mushrooms.

T is out front greeting all the neighbors today. Still hot, but we have the door open so it isn't so stifling. T and I are reading "Dog On It" and she has informed me that the author has most of it wrong. Chet, she tells me is a moron.

Per T2 telling me how Sister N male child D loved Hunger game I decided to give it a try. I too am loving the story - I seem to like to YA books, I wonder what that says about me.

I found myself going into the kitchen and open the fridge. Go open the fridge stick my head in shut it and do it again 10 minutes later. I wasn't hungry just bored hmmm...

They said that your emotions may be all over the map, but I didn't think they thought you would get happy. I was sitting there watching TV and I turned over and saw TH sleeping on a little smooched pillow. The pillow hardly supported his "ski jump nose" let alone his big old hairy head and then next to him was my pillows all stacked up to watch TV - 7 pillows all told. I started giggling - then laughing - then pee in my pants laughing. I ran to the bathroom (unlike Sister N I was able to control it until I got to the bathroom) laughing so hard I fell off the pot. The next thing I know I have a tongue in my face worried licks all around. The hysteria aborted by my beloved companion.

I seem to be boring people of late, or maybe I am just noticing. First my TH son calls to wish me happy belated birthday and he is three minutes into the conversation and says he has to get back to the bar. That was after 2 forced laughs and three whats and 4 very pregnant pauses, I can't imagine why he would want to get off the phone. Then my lovely mother called, we are talking and suddenly three minutes into the conversation she says she has to go and see what the dog is up too. Maybe D needed to get back to work and maybe my mom had to get the dog, but when my niece called and told me three minutes into the conversation that she was tired and going to bed I know I have a problem. I blame it on the shakes.