I feel like insect crap today. Nothing really stands out physically enough for me to pinpoint where the insect crap feeling is coming from. It's a combined general feeling. No...I didn't go to the super bowl party with my hubby, and I am not avoiding ground hog day. My hubby tried for a week to get me to go to the super bowl party with him, and for a week I told him how silly it would be for me to go. Kayface has a bedtime routine on school nights, and it never gets dismissed unless an emergency occurs...the super bowl is not considered an emergency in my eyes. I dislike football with an insincere passion (I just don't care that much) I guess luxury suites and big parties were thrown for Bank of America for the super bowl. I guess they took 10 billion dollars of our money and wouldn't discontinue this "yearly tradition"...sometimes I think the communist had it right (sarcasm) I am really excited to reconnect with my Punky. I am blessed to have people I care about still in my life since grade school.
I feel like insect crap.
