I have strep throat. It has not been accompanied by severe symptoms, so I haven't minded it too much. Just a slight sore throat, some headachyness, and super tired a lot of the time.
I'm nearing the end of the season at work, which is flippin' awesome. I just have to build the summer set. Start on Tuesday. Hoping for dry weather. It's been a wet spring, so far, and I'm hoping that doesn't continue.
Me and the Jeanners are working on many projects at our house. Spending a good chunk of money. Trying to clean shit up. Trying to get rid of stuff. Get rid of what's not working.
Samuel is growing up to be quite the kid. Super smart, super sensitive, a little wild at times, communicative, but all-in-all a good kid who has a kind heart.
Anna Banana is a smiling, funny, independent, at times tantrummy girl who adores her brother, loves superheroes, and is completely and hopelessly addicted to her pacifier, "Beeba."
I have learned that I just can't handle drinking G&T's anymore. It fucks with my sleep and generally sends my mood into the toilet. So I have been attempting to abstain. So far, so good. I'll probably end up having one now and again, but I just can't handle it being a regular thing.
Here's what I want for father's day: a power washer. Because our house is in danger of becoming completely engulfed in spiderwebs.
