I got nothin.
To say that is.
Or rather, nothin to say that might even slightly interest you but I'll humor you anyway.
Wyatt's got a cough. I suppose a cold is in progess. I think I'd take a cough and a cold over an upchuck any day though, so I'm ok with it. Besides, I think we've already met our yearly puke quota here in the Erlanson household.
Today was my last day of physical therapy....YAY for me and the $30 a week I can waste on much more entertaining things now.
Work. Sucks. A. Lot.
Ya know, I do have a B.A. in Psychology which I had fully expected to never use, yet it has become quite the regular occurance that I find myself trying (unsuccessfully I fear) to assure people that no matter how dreadful the economy is, it's not the end of the world. Today I found myself sitting at my desk saying a prayer for a woman in Houston TX after she expressed how she wanted drive her car off a bridge into a river. Was she serious? I don't know but I can say with certainty it was not a moment of humor or jest. She sounded pretty desperate and hopeless and maybe I was supposed to take that call and as a result have the concern to say a few words in my heart on her behalf. Its just getting heavy to talk to so many people that I feel I can't help.
Wow, aren't I a downer tonight?
Well at least tomorrow is Friday. I think Jason and I will get to have a dinner date too! Jason's mom offered her services to keep Wyatt entertained for a couple hours. We've long since stopped trying to eat anywhere that has longer than a 45second wait and doesn't serve food on plastic trays so this will surely be a treat! But for now I have a date with the DVR to see who got sent packing this week on America's Next Top Model....*guilty pleasure*.