Yesterday Braeden asked me if he could read my blog. I said, "I didn't post today. I don't really have anything to say."
Braeden gave me a sort of wounded look. You may argue that a lot of the time I don't have anything to say and I still blog. It is mostly because of Braeden and that wounded look. I can handle it when he's here but I want him to get my blog when he's on his mission. I can't handle thinking about him having a wounded look when he is far away.
My mom called me to see if I was OK. She said, "You didn't blog...."
So I'll tell you what's new.
My icloud storage is full. Every time I open my laptop it tells me that. And this morning I got a sort of threatening email about it. I think it's darling of the computer to think that I know what to do about it but I need to wait until Adam can address this issue.
Yesterday I had an allergy attack. The kind that makes you lose the will to live.
I talked to both sisters on the phone and had lunch with Tabor so that was sort of a banner day.
I was walking upstairs and Emma called up, "Are you coming down soon?"
I said, "What do you need?"
She said, "Nothing, I just want to talk to you."
I quickly went back downstairs because when does that happen? Answer: when the Ulta catalog arrives. Emma wanted to discuss.
I had the laurel class over for our activity. We had a pudding bar. No Pinterest was even involved on that one. I just thought it up--although probably it is on Pinterest since everything is. Both my boys thought it was weird and Emma liked the idea. Tabor thought it was a winner too. He said, "The girls will like it." And he has three daughters so I call him an authority on the matter.
I was preparing the stuff--Oreo and Nutter Butter and graham cracker crumbs, fruit, mini marshmallows, chopped up Reeses Peanut Butter cups. I told Mark not to eat any of the mix ins. He started to laugh and said, "What?"
"Mix ins," I said.
He said, "Oh, I thought you said McSins--like a combination of McDonalds and sins."
I still don't have much to say, except I didn't die of allergies. And it's OK to write about nothing, I guess. It's right there in the title of my blog.