I'd really like to know who decided to slowly inflate my skull with a bike pump. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? The weather is gorgeous - crisp, breezy, sun shining, birds chirping and all that crap. Me, I'm in bed, ice pack on my head, wishing someone would just knock me out. I'm exhausted. If I lay down, the post nasal drip is excruciating, gagging, cough-provoking. So, I'm propped up, watching HGTV and surfing. Fortunately, the kids are playing like the love each other. Odd. It's a new thing since we've implemented the "bicker with your sibling lose TV/computer time rule". They inevitably do something each day that results in losing TV time for the following day, but overall, they get along swimmingly and play together most of the day without incident. The other bonus is they aren't watching TV (a problem 'round these parts in the summer months). Later this afternoon, just for fun, we're supposed to go next door for a housewarming/going away party for the neighbors. They postponed their housewarming party for so long that it's become a bon voyage as the house hits the market next week. Oh, well. Any moment now, my most fabulous husband should be walking through the door with a big fat bottle of Nyquil. Meanwhile, I've eaten enough honey lemon cough drops to induce vomitting. Shoot me now.
Today we hoofed it around The Mall. Again. I am 1 part too excited about the weather to go underground to take the Metro and 2 parts too phobic to ride the Metro as the Grown Up In Charge. The last time I was in DC, I was a whopping 17 years old and being led around by the Close Up Foundation . The biggest responsibility I had was deciding what color I wanted them to make my hair at Commander Salamander . So, we walked. And, truly we're just a few block from the Capitol. However, if you've been to DC, you know that the Capitol and, say, the Washington Monument are a smidgen apart from one another...like a mile-long smidgen. And, if you know me then you know that I am the world's number one couch potato. In fact, there are many times I don't even go all the way to the couch as it's just too far from my oh-so-comfy bed. God bless Tempur - pedic . There's a point in here. I swear. I'll get to it eventually. First, I must also explain that we had plans to meet...
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