As if burning lungs could ever be good.
My cold has dropped into my chest. It is teh suck.
I'm gonna whine about it until somebody pats me. Because I need a patting. With the pat that pats. In a patting way.
*sticks out bottom lip*
But seriously. I was feeling not so good so naturally my closing lot guy called in. I should have too. I pulled carts after carts after carts. I swept concrete and moved pallets. i helped closed lumber. And now I can't sleep because my lungs are on fire.
Uncle was an absolute ANGEL and cleaned the apartment while I was at work. Even put down the bug powder for me under the big furniture. Can we say AWEsome? It was a nice surprise after a long horrible HOT day doing everyone else's job.
And when I walked in? Supper was waiting for me.
By no means do I expect such things. But it really was a nice surprise to not have to come home and get depressed over all the work yet to do. A very nice surprise.
Thanks, Uncle M.
