Numfar, do the dance of joy!

The Happy Pills
Hubby has now forbidden me from calling my headache meds "Psycho Pills" and has now renamed them "Happy Pills"...  o.0  Not sure it's a better re-name.  Kinda feelin' like there should be a copy of Pink Floyd's The Wall to go with them. 

Or perhaps Aladdin (put the eyebrows down.  There's a story there somewhere...).

Mini-miscreant
First day back to work after seven excrutiatingly long days sequestered at home with the sick.  Sooo glad to be back.  However, not so glad that I cannot start dreaming up hexes Snape might have used on one of my lil' pre-schoolers.  She has taken up spitting as a sport.  Her aim is to see how many bus passengers she can hit before they all get off the bus. 

She soon tired of this sport after I foiled her plans, and promptly began ever toddler's favorite game, "Strip and Throw."

*grumblegrumble*

A day in the life...
Last but not least, hubby made a funny.  I went into his office after work to turn in my time sheet, as usual...

Hubby:  "How was your headaches today?" 
Me: ... (I open my mouth to respond but don't get more than a sigh in before...)
Hubby: ... *cacklesnort*  "And no, I'm not talking about the little angels on your bus.  I'm talking about your head."
Me: ... *raised eyebrow* "You know, I wondered about that.  I kept chucking pills at them, but they just wouldn't go away."

...and on that note I'm gonna get me a mug of Chamomile with honey and go to bed.

Numfar, do the dance of joy!

The Happy Pills
Hubby has now forbidden me from calling my headache meds "Psycho Pills" and has now renamed them "Happy Pills"...  o.0  Not sure it's a better re-name.  Kinda feelin' like there should be a copy of Pink Floyd's The Wall to go with them. 

Or perhaps Aladdin (put the eyebrows down.  There's a story there somewhere...).

Mini-miscreant
First day back to work after seven excrutiatingly long days sequestered at home with the sick.  Sooo glad to be back.  However, not so glad that I cannot start dreaming up hexes Snape might have used on one of my lil' pre-schoolers.  She has taken up spitting as a sport.  Her aim is to see how many bus passengers she can hit before they all get off the bus. 

She soon tired of this sport after I foiled her plans, and promptly began ever toddler's favorite game, "Strip and Throw."

*grumblegrumble*

A day in the life...
Last but not least, hubby made a funny.  I went into his office after work to turn in my time sheet, as usual...

Hubby:  "How was your headaches today?" 
Me: ... (I open my mouth to respond but don't get more than a sigh in before...)
Hubby: ... *cacklesnort*  "And no, I'm not talking about the little angels on your bus.  I'm talking about your head."
Me: ... *raised eyebrow* "You know, I wondered about that.  I kept chucking pills at them, but they just wouldn't go away."

...and on that note I'm gonna get me a mug of Chamomile with honey and go to bed.