Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


I hate not being able to type

This sucks. I have so many things I'd like to say, but being uanable to type like I usually do is a pain. It hurts to type and I'm doing a really bad job with it, too. I hate typos.

I have so much on my mind. In addition to my recovery, I learned today that the father of one of my childhood friends has cancer and one of my good friends lost her job. She is pregnant and due in late December, her husband is a full-time student. Just two crappy pieces of news.

I miss my baby and want her to come home. I get this splint taken off tomorrow and I'll see my wrist for the first time since surgery Friday. I'm getting my cast in the morning. Hopefully I can maneuver easier with the cast, although I'm not holding my breath.

Hot Rod was looking at the calendar and asked me what the words were on Nov. 2. I told him Election Day and he asked me what that meant. I explained it to him and he reminded me that we can't vote for President Reagan because he's dead. Good call kiddo.


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