What ever it was, I didn't do it. because I didn't do anything this weekend. My poor long suffering mother used to say thet MR. nobody was a permanent resident in our house, because when anything happened you can bet Mr. Nobody was responsible. I continue to blame Mr. Nobody.
I was going to work on the cars.
I didn't do it.
I was going to work on the molding in the kitchen.
I didn't do it.
I was going to clean up the basement.
I didn't do it.
I was going to go to Church on Sunday
I didn't do it.
I either ate something that didn't agree with my digestive tract or had a slight case of the intestinal flu. Stomach cramps and drizzly doo-doo. I was pretty miserable.
But it seems to be over.
I hope.
6 comments:
If you leave the kitchen and the basement alone long enough, they'll mold themselves. Especially the basement. Glad you're feelin' better.
Rick: And if you let the corners and edges fill up, eventually nobody will know if it's moulding or molding.
Oh, wow.
I hope that you continue to feel better!
Renn: I'm still a little queasy, but I'm doing fine.
Heck, I have weekends like that (the whole "didn't do anything") when I'm feeling fine.
Sure hope you feel better! :)
Here's Hoping!
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