I woke up this morning to some homemade pancakes, but… oy. Have you ever heard of trypophobia? It’s basically a fear of clusters of holes, especially holes with things inside them. It sounds ridiculous, I know. I tried to google some images I could provide as examples, but the first page of the google seach had me crawling under my desk wanting to cry.
Anyway, Cris made delicious pancakes. And he put walnuts in my pancakes. Because I asked for walnuts. Because I love walnuts. But when I looked at the plate, I saw the walnuts had sunken into these very disturbing holes in the pancake and I just wanted to vomit. I want to vomit just thinking about it now.
Okay. I’m going to stop talking about vomit and pancakes and my stupid phobias now.
We’re still working through these stupid colds and life is full of misery. My parents came up yesterday to visit with
all of us the baby, and my mom made me a big bowl of her delicious chicken and dumpling soup. Cris was supposed to pick me up from work at 4:30 so I could come home early, slurp up a big bowl of soup, take some medicine, and sleeeeeeeeeep. Foreverrrrrr. But a bunch of ridiculous drama unfolded and I didn’t get home until 8:30…coughing, feverish, exhausted, and starving, with a bad case of the chills and a bladder that was about to explode. Definitely not the highlight of the week.
What was the highlight of the week? I have no idea. I really want to stop being all doom and gloom and full of woe, but things have just been a bit sucky lately. Let’s see… I had my annual review at work and got a 2% raise. That’s good, I guess. It almost makes up for the 20% of my last three paychecks that have mysteriously vanished, right? Right? No? Well. Crap, I got nothing then.
Next week will be better. Pinky promise.