Quickie

No, not THAT type of quickie.  I'm just going to pound out (huh huh) a quick post because I need to go do some things around the house.

Not much of note today.  Hung with the kiddo since he stayed home again.  He is almost back to normal.  Now I wish I could figure out why I have such weird feelings in my head and throat.  I just want to be normal, dammit.  Or somewhat normal.  Whatever.

I am so sick of politics.  Maybe because I already know who I'm voting for, and it would take a MAJOR snafu for me to change my mind.  I can't wait until next month so this shit will be over with.

My husband and son are talking about pizzas, rockets (?), and lives.  I don't know what the fuck that is about.  My son is also wearing his mining helmet (??), goggles, and toting his Star Wars Rebel blaster rifle around.

This house if nucking futs.

I'm out!