Plants or naps?
Naps or cleaning?
Cleaning or reading?
Eating. No competition on the eating. Did I mention I eat every two hours?
EVERY.
TWO.
HOURS.
I've turned into a bloody hobbit. At least my feet aren't furry!
BTW, I'm thinking of photographing my feet before I forget what they looked like in the non-swollen form. You'll be subjected to this, of course. Heh!
On the bright side, I've had a dream about the babies. Eek! It's the -ies part that gets me!
In the dream, they're 2ish and are riding about on matching red Radio Flyer tricycles. Caitlin currently has one, and clearly I bought or was given another to match. And the kids? One girl, one boy; one blonde, one brunette and I couldn't tell you for the world what they looked like or who had what color hair.
Apparently my psyche has skipped right past infancy. What am I trying to tell myself, anyway?
Ah well. More in 4 days. We're taking a break, since Caitlin is on Spring Break! See ya!
Look! I still have a sense of humor!
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