Today's Local Forecast

Is dreary with a touch of the flu.  Yep, I'm thinking Hubby has the flu.  It has been passing around these parts and he has been working non-stop since November.  (Truth be told he has that "things wouldn't get done if I weren't in charge" mentality!)  The perfect storm in my opinion.  Everything seems calm on the outside but on the inside high winds and destruction are playing havoc.   Today isn't any different.  Storm Strawberry swooped by his bed and snatched up his life line-- his cell phone.  I swirled down the hall and made a call to his office-- Rev. Hubby would not be in the office today and if he shows his sick face there-- SEND HIM HOME!!!!  He might not want to take care of himself but I DO NOT HAVE TIME to take care of a sick husband.  It is absolutely amazing that a sick woman can get her bones out of bed and then make it, get breakfast, lunch and dinner for herself, kids off to school, go back to bed, etc, but a man?  Not so much.  Pray for Hubby's health and life today, Grainiacs!

In more exciting news: I'm going out to breakfast with a friend.  Yes, you heard right.  This Grainiac has been invited out.  I didn't have to cry or throw a pity party or .....LOL....just kidding.  Life in the Valley is wonderful.  It's true: Texans are friendly!  Even if you've come from some other state.  Well, except for the Winter Texans I ran into the other day...not literally....then I would agree they wouldn't be friendly!  There was a whole mess of them at Whataburger.  They kept looking at Hubby and me like "who are you two?"  I think they were trying to figure out if we were winter Texans too.  They (WT) seem to get younger and younger looking!  Any who, after Hubby and I ate, I passed by and made some southern friendly talk and oh my gosh!!!!  You'd think I insulted their home state!  The look they gave me and then one woman turned around and started talking to me.  She must be a secret Texan--really friendly.  Even smiled and showed her teeth!  Ah well.  Life in the Big City.

Oh no, I'm starting to get a sore throat.  Oh please, Oh please, Lord; I REALLY don't have time to get sick.  I'm off to the store to purchase Gatorade and chicken noodle soup.  Pray for the Strawberry Patch, please.  We all do not have time to get sick.  aaaaaccckkkkkkk

P.S. Here's a picture of Rev. Hubby at his installation.  The photo is all pastors and ruling elders laying hands on Hubby.

special time

P.S.S.  I got all 5 chairs re-covered! See previous posts if you don't know what I'm talking about.  I completed a project!!!  I feel so empowered, so in control, so...sneeze..cough...cough...hack...hack....not so good anymore.