This is the first time I've done anything productive today. Okay, I did feed the kids, give them a bath and put them to bed, but other than that, I have been taking up residence in my bed and on the couch. I don't know where this virus came from but it came out of nowhere and hit me hard. I finally kept down some water and I'm going to be braving a piece of toast in a bit, yum.
This is what I was up to before getting dropped kicked by a ninja virus.
I finally caved and made white chicken chili for Kris.
*Disclaimer* I don't have anything against beans or people who like them. I'm just not a fan of beans; whether they're kidney, white, black-eyed, spotted or striped. I just don't like them and I really don't like cooking with them.
While I was chopping onions for the chili, a disoriented bird flew in the kitchen causing me to cut off the tip of my thumb. It's okay though. Belle's got my back.
The other day I found Noah taking his fire truck for a spin on the couch.
At least he was being careful.
Then again, maybe this isn't such a good idea Noah.
Hopefully, this is only a 24 hr. thing, the virus not Noah's daredevil antics...Somehow, I don't picture him growing up to be a life insurance salesmen.
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