Bad, bad blogger!

Yes, I know. When I was a teenager, I wrote a diary which mainly consisted of my sighs toward a guy I thought I loved. Once I got over the guy, my diary entries were usually "Have not written in a while. Not much has happened."

Not quite true now. A little has happened. I drove into a fence at the Tim Horton's parking lot. I hit the gas instead of the brake. Luckily the car is OK, a little scratch on the bumper and my license plate has waves in it now. The air bag did not deploy, which my husband says, means that I was going less than 15 mph. "You walked into the fence," he says, "you did not DRIVE into the fence." OK, whatever, the main thing is the car is functioning.

Then Alex's stroller fell apart. The wheel broke off and there was no putting it on again. Great. We have another stroller, but it's a three wheeler that likes to tip over. Arthur put his talents to it and added two more little wheels in front and now it doesn't. Thank God he knows what to do.

And now I have the plague. I don't know what the heck has got me, but my sinuses, ears and now lungs seem infected and full of crap.

On the plus side, my lovely husband gave me a troll bracelet for our anniversary- I love! I gave him an mp3 player, which he loves. No celebratory sex ensued as I am sick. Grrrr!