So last night, I began the chore of yet again fixing dinner for one. The military makes anyone a master at that I've decided. Usually I don't put much effort into it when it's just me and I nuke something frozen in my handy dandy microwave. Last night, however, I thought I would actually fix myself something.
One serving of pasta alfredo, a piece of garlic bread, and some cucumber later I found myself on the couch, sick as could be. It was all I could do to not vomit. So right after 2 chewable peptos, I decided to go to bed early and hope to combat the ickness. Thankfully I was able to sleep.
Until 6:00 this morning. When the weed-eating started. Those stupid machines are so so loud. Like painfully loud. Gracie and I desperately tried to resume sleeping but it was not possible. And so today began. Certainly not my idea of a good start.
My life is kinda lame today. I'll see if I can't do better next time. haha
Awesome! I started following yours too! I can't wait to read up and catch up on your story. So nice to meet another Marine Wife. :)
ReplyDeleteaww...thats no fun. Sounded like a good dinner though!!
ReplyDeleteI juts found you through the military spouse blogging community, can't wait to read more:)