Hey guess what I got for Christmas? A fucking cold. Thanks for bringing your sick fucking children on that airplane Wednesday night. Small metal tube multiple sick children. Fucking lovely. I can't breathe. My throat is sore. Just dandy.
Second issue of the day - I swear this year better not try to take fucking Carrie Fisher away from us too. I am just so done with this year. It needs to stop. You have 7 days left, try not to kill anyone okay? Sweet jeebus.
Took B to an eye doctor appointment. She needed to be dilated. It was at Costco. Or as I like to call it on Dec 23rd at 11am, the final ring of hell. I had to park three million blocks away on a side street, then we waited an hour after her appointment time for her to be seen. Got back home at 1pm. What a pain.
We stopped at the store for a couple of dinner things on the way home. B took a nap and I cleaned. Once she woke up I vacuumed. Needed it severely.
Made pork chops for dinner and we watched the last two episodes of Runway. She was disappointed, I was apathetic about it. We called the final four on the first episode and it was going to be one of two choices. It wasn't all that shocking to me.
Played some games, went to bed around 10 to try and fight this cold. Yeah, that didn't work. It's Christmas Eve and I don't plan on leaving the house today. Let's see how I do on that.
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