Well, there's not really much new around these parts.
Pam is gearing up to peel apples tomorrow.
That's right. It's October. Otherwise known as Applebutter Time.
I have so many things still with me from peeling thousands of apples. Laughs, memories, jars of applebutter. And an allergy.
Crazy, I know.
I'm now allergic to apples. Apparently I'm one to pop an allergy with overexposure to ...well... anything.
I am allergic to penicillin now from a 2 month bout of ear infection.
This doesn't bode well for my chocolate addiction. I'm a bit worried.
I think as long as I don't bathe in it for an entire week, I'll be ok. I'm being cautious, though. Because, let me tell you, I miss apple pie, cider, Mom's apples that she makes with breakfast. Especially that last one. And caramel apples. *sigh* I can't imagine having to give up chocolate as well. I'd probably have to take a vow of silence too, to keep from moaning and complaining about missing chocolate.
I don't really know where I was going with this.
Oh. I was letting you know what we're up to lately.
I'm in the big SC this week. Getting some Mom/Sis time in. It has been lovely. Even if I have slept most of it away. Trying to switch between being up nights and days is rough. Just ask any mother of a newborn. It's like babies are given instruction on the way out: "Remember. This is important! Night time is AWAKE time. Don't forget. Now go! And give a good long scream when you're out. We can't transfer your residency until we hear that scream."
Well.
That came from nowhere.
I really don't know where to go from there.
I guess that means time's up here.
I'll forgo promises to post more. We both know. Until I'm no longer a slave to the hospital (at what they're paying me for what I do, there's no other way to describe it,) it will be sparse at best.
But I still love our little blog. And you. All of you reading this.
So. Give yourself a hug. Only if it doesn't creep you out to give yourself a hug from an over-sharing stranger.
TaTa!~
Jen