I’ve got Mom’s crud. Stoned on two types of cold medication.
I’m watching ESPN in my bedroom while the rest of the household sans Dad is watching a movie about Steve Jobs. Dad is taking a nap.
Pat is getting the crud, too. I told him that we can spread that crap on the airplane on Sunday.
I’m nursing a sunburn from yesterday. I put on a 50 SPF and still burned like a bitch. I just wasn’t made for the sun.
We went to Miami…Arizona. Yep, there’s such a place.
My Garmin is telling me to get off my ass and do something. Screw you, Garmin. I’ll do what I want.