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Lazy Days

So today has been a lazy day all around. I've been so sick all day and the kids have been mellow for the most part. It started to snow some which made me nervous since we're leaving tomorrow morning. I shudder at the thought of driving on back roads when it's all covered in icky white stuff.

My dad had the ringer off on the phone. I told him to never do that again unless he wanted the local police out there visiting them. Mom is home and doing well. She's on pain meds as well as her other 5 meds she takes. I hope they own stock in the pharmacy. Lord knows they spend enough there.

Note to all out there: Never watch 30 Days of Night at midnight when you are staying at a cabin in a rural area and there aren't blinds on the huge patio doors that someone could easily break into. I think I slept maybe an hour that night. The squirrels keep running up to the doors trying to get in and when they bonk their heads, I have a coronary. It's been fun. Also, the phone up here in the cabin has rung on three separate occasions with no one on the other end. My horror movie mind goes right to the bad place: some one's calling the cabin to see if anyone is there and hey now, a woman answered the phone. Maybe she's alone? Maybe we should stop by. Ack. I didn't answer it after that. I made the husband do it. The first couple days when I answered, it was telemarketers. That was rather interesting. Good times up here.

One more night then we're going home. The kids are excited to see Gramma and Grampa. I'm excited to get back to work, crazy as that sounds.

Hope everyone has a great Easter Sunday.

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