Mood:  spacey

Why by Jason Aldean

Good morning.

*yawn* I don’t know what it is, but last night I couldn’t sleep deep enough. I mean I actually slept the whole night, which I haven’t been able to do in a while, but Flyboy woke me up and I was very groggy, as if I had only gotten 37 minutes of sleep.

Not much is going on here. Flyboy seems to think I have a fever, though I think we both might have one. He said it was really hot in the house this morning and I thought it was freezing. I may have the greater fever; since 72 degrees isn’t cold, but it isn’t sweaty hot either. Who knows… I think it was kind of funny though, because I planned on packing him fajitas (I made them over the weekend and they taste just like Dad’s, a delightful and depressing treat =’( you know? However I made it in the Crockpot with salsa where as Dad didn’t, he made it from scratch.) and just as I opened the freezer, Flyboy was like “could I have fajitas for lunch?” It made me smile.

Dinner tonight… I have no clue. Nothing sounds good at the moment. I may make that wild rice dish, but I don’t know.

Whoa! It’s… hailing? Where did that come from? I mean it wasn’t THAT cold this morning it had to have been around 53 degrees out, if not warmer… strange. Well I better go check out the weather, something seems a brew, you know? Take care! Until next time…

~NikiRose