My baby girl made sure to tell grandma to get her mommy roses as get well flowers, because her mommy is allergic to all the other flowers. Gosh, I love that kid. She takes good care of me. The other flowers are the weirdest flowers I have ever seen, from work. I think they are dead, but it is the thought that counts. :) I am sure glad they are thinking of me and praying for me.
I don't have much to say tonight. I am in more pain than I expected. What I can say with certainty is that Vicodin is a joke. I just need to buck up and do some lamaze breathing or something. Lord knows I didn't ever use that when I was supposed to. Tonight is going to be a movie night. My babies are still at their Crappa Mark's. I am praying for a better day tomorrow. Night Night.
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