Just No Freaking Way

This morning I got up, and I felt sick. Not to horrible, but just enough that I was like bleh, Monday....

I went in to see why my mom hadn't woken me up (Dono did, not to early this time) and she was asleep. Of course, on my way out of her room she woke up, because apparently I'm incapable of being quiet. She asked me to wake up my brother for her, and then asked if I was feeling well, because I looked sick. I said no, but prepared to go to school anyway, even though she said I could stay home. So I got sorta ready (slowly) and attempted to untangle the wreck that was my hair. That's when I realized I didn't see any clean laundry anywhere.

The clothes that I had washed last night were still in the washing machine, including ALL my pants/capris/anything else I could put on my butt, so I chucked it all in a dryer and waited. Well, guess what. It didn't dry in time. So I put on my very wet pair of pants, which was not at all pleasant, especially not with the fan going in my room. I went in to my mom's room again to ask her if there was any chance they would dry on the way to Adam's. She felt the bottoms and shook her head, once again telling me to stay home. And you know what? I was done arguing.

So the rest of today was spent sleeping, helping my mom with her homework, sleeping, eating, napping, yoga, andddddddd sleeping. My mom had to right a narrative essay describing a person/event in her life, so she chose me when I was eleven, writing about the Carpet House. You all remember that of course. Ugh. How could we forget? It was interesting though, to edit her essay, because I gained some insight about what she expects of me in the future, and how she thinks my mind works. The scary part is, she was pretty close, but I think she thinks I'm smarter than I am. Gulp.

So now I'm devouring a turkey burger, (which actually aren't half bad) swallowing Motrin, (not simultaneously) and wondering how the heck I spelled simultaneously right without spell check. Huh. Anyways....yeah. Another episode of My Boring Life. I need to call Adam about my homework, sigh.

Oh yes, and my yahoo! horoscope, which Lydia and I have always found to be right, just says I'm not doing much of anything today. Correct again...