I Wish My Day Was Done

I was up early this morning. Del called around 6 and wanted to take Ryan with him to Columbia to check on more produce. He was more than happy to go. I, on the other hand, was not happy about having to get out of bed. Last night my throat started feling funny and this morning it is everywhere. Sinus, nose, throat, chest, head, ears. You name it, it hurts. I'm miserable! Right now I'm waiting for Del & Ryan to get back so I can run the stand for a few hours. Hopefully it won't be too hot. The guy is here roofing the house. He got here early, before 7. I was up anyway, but he was really loud. Around 8, Brandi comes in to where I'm sitting at the computer. She just woke up. I say - "Did you finally decide to wake up, sleepy head?"To which she yawns and replies, - "Those FREAKIN' guy up there are TOO LOUD!"Yes, that is my daughter. 5 years old and already talking like me. I laughed so hard I almost wet myself! Then I told her never to say freakin' again. I guess I'm done for now. I probably won't feel much like writing later, so unless something super funny happens, I'll return when I feel better.

A Quickie

All right, get your mind out of the gutter. I just want to share a quick little story.
Brandi asked for a snack before bed.
She opened the pantry and a jar of sprinkles (the big one with four different kinds) fell out and landed on her toe.
Turned her whole nail purple.
She screamed and screamed and screamed.
I hugged her and told her it would be okay, she could stop crying.
She did.
A few minutes later she climbed in my lap and we had this conversation:
Me: I love you.
Boo: I love you too. Mom?
Me: Yeah?
Boo: I have to finish my cry.
Me: What?
Boo: I have to finish my cry. If I don't finish, it will just come back.
Me: Okay. Finish.
Then she cried. For about 2 minutes. Then she was fine. Cute, huh?