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| 14-4-2008 - April 14th (2:08 a.m) | My mood while writing this blog:Chillin\' (hee hee) |
Yesterday I slept most of the day. I woke up to the smell of something burning. My son was standing in my room when I opened my eyes. I asked him what was burning and he said *shrug*, "I'on know" Which is "I don't know" in the dictionary of fibbers. I knew he wasn't telling the truth but I looked in his hands and he had so thoughtfully brought me a glass of milk and a PB&J sandwich. I knew then something had happened but he seemed fine so I knew it was nothing I had to jump right out of bed for. I rolled over and took another little nap. I got up again around 3pm. This time I got up and went into the kitchen. The burnt/scorched smell was so strong. I thought it was burned popcorn so I looked in the microwave. OMG! The glass spinning thingy was black, the inside was splattered with brown stuff. I looked at my son. He's standing there with wide eyes. He says, "Well what had happened. . . I was trying to warm up a frozen dinner and I don't know why but there was smoke coming out and the pudding exploded."
Knowing my son it probably did happen that way. He follows instructions to the letter unlike my husband. Now had my husband burned the microwave I wouldn't be surprised. He pushes the cook time like a secret code or something...random numbers. Normal people will do 2-0-0 START or something like that. Terry pushes 4-3-2-5-7-3-2-1-5 START. WHY??? And then he walks away like nothing is wrong. Honestly sometimes he works my nerves but I love him to death.
My daughter returned from DC at about 7pm. I missed her so much. She bought all of us gifts. She got home and just collapsed on her bed. I know they had the time of their lives.
I was thinking about the women in my family. My great grandmother had 17 kids. My grandmother had 10. No one is trying to beat their records. LOL! How do you go through that many pregnancies? As many aches and pains as I've had with this one I have to tip my hat to those women.
I know I'm rambling so I should just end this here.
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