The Girl Who Thinks She’s A Bird made her signature cake.
I painted. And I’ve been sick for the last few days: bone aching, mucus filled, head feels like it’s going to explode, I have the chills kinda sick.
I did however drag myself out of bed long enough to use my Albertson’s double coupons and came home with a trunk full of crap food for the upcoming teenager party for a little under 8 bucks. Looks like it will be a bbq!
We ate REAL food.
Oh and if THAT wasn’t enough, I made the Handsome Husband drive me to the art store on Monday while I was hopped up on “nighttime” decongestant so I could buy a canvas. He offered to get it for me because I was sick, but I INSISTED on going along because I was afraid he’d buy the wrong size. As it turns out I BOUGHT THE WRONG SIZE. I blame it on the meds.
And drum roll please… For the fourth week in a row, the HH made dinner! Hamburgers!
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