We are finally getting some rain, which is a relief, because I've been having Michael do the watering for me, and since tomorrow is his actual birthday I promised him he wouldn't have to do chores tomorrow!
My brother sent him a gift in the mail which hasn't arrived yet. Michael asks about it every.single.day. I don't think it was anything exciting like a Wii, but the boy loves to get gifts. He assured me he would cooperate in getting out of bed early tomorrow so he could open gifts. He only has a few, because we've been doing the birthday bash for a while now, as you know if you read my post from yesterday.
I came home this afternoon and had to take Coco to the vets. I also had to sit down an pay bills. Yuck.
Then I had about 50 emails.
There are about three dozen tomatoes sitting on my kitchen counter, and we need to freeze most of them.
I could start about half my posts with these words: there aren't enough hours in the day. And I only have one child at home. If I had more than one I'd have to be on Prozac.
Coco went to the vet today for about the tenth time in the last month. She finally was able to get her stitches out. Yay! Hopefully she can lose the bandage Friday, and the cone. She is bad about biting her hurt places, which is why we have to cone her. I hate doing it.
We watched You Don't Mess with the Zohan tonight, one of my favorite Adam Sandler films. Michael wanted to see it. he knows most of the lines.
In the movie, Zohan goes by the alias Scrappy Coco....
