I’m just driving!
Sassy miss and I will be headed back to Maryland for the weekend to stay with a friend of mine. My birthday is Sunday and I really needed a get-away. I’m making dinner Friday night. Saturday he and I will be taking K to the Maryland zoo then out to dinner. Sunday… er. I don’t know. I’ll stay for a little while, but probably leave that afternoon.
Exciting times! I love not having school! 
I hope all you mommies have a wonderful day.
Most of you know, I have FM. On average, my pain is about a 4/5. I deal with it and try to go about my business. Today, however, the pain is about an 8. By far the worst flare-up I’ve ever had.
I thought maybe a hot shower would help my skin, joints and unclog my nose. Well, the simple task of cleaning myself with a loofa literally brought me to tears. I took me forever just to wash my body, meanwhile I’m crying because it hurts so effing bad, re-clogging my nose.
I’m (almost) 24 years old. I’m too young to deal with this shit.
(There is more where this came from … )
By the cootie monster.
K has come down with a nasty cold, and of course she had to give it to me. Ughhh. My throat is so sore and I’m having breathing issues. Well, on the bright side, at least the semester is over so I don’t have to worry about going to class all sickly.
Speaking of.
I’ve finished the semester with a B in Anatomy and Physiology 2 and an A in Sociology.
Go me!
My tiny dancer has finished up her ballet class. You can see those photos here.
As for myself, I’m taking the summer off of school. I really didn’t want to. I only have two prereq classes left to do and I wanted to get them done this summer. Much to my surprise, one of the classes I need doesn’t have an instructor to teach it. I need to maintain 6 credits to use my financial aid. Both of these classes are only 3 credits. There’s not much I can do about it, so I’ve already registered for both of those classes in the Fall semester.
Here’s where the dilemma starts.
One word, and one word only. No hyphenated cheats. One. WORD. ONLY.
You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
My mother: “On my god. Joey Lawrence just turned 32 years old.”
Me: “Whhh-oah!”
