I had to go grocery shopping so my son will have stuff while Im gone to Miami for surgery.Im forcing myself through the store,in pain,dizzy and nauseous.Trying to get it over with and go home and lay down and hubs is driving me nuts.Why is it that men don't understand that we are ill and just need to get stuff done.We don't want to joke around and go somewhere else just to buy hamburger?Why do we have to keep saying Im in pain.Im dying here.I need help.Do they think it changed from 5 minutes ago?I think Im going to lay down now.Sorry for complaining,Im kinda grouchy,lol.




...so it's just gone on from there. The squirrel is mean, rabid and has a drinking problem...not something you want showing up at your door...it keeps PIF kids playing nice. 