It is 6:30 am. Normally when I get off work at 12 I do housework or something productive. Today, I am sick. Therefore, I am coming home, eating soup, and putting my sweet bum right back to bed. I hate being sick.
Mr. M also seems to be going to be home by this weekend! Keep your fingers crossed for me, I owe you gals one if it works. Why don't you write something down I can cross my fingers for you for?