I have spent the entire day writing out tags and I can tell you that right now my hand feels like it is broken. But clearly, it is not broken, because I am sitting here typing to you. Holy Balls does it hurt though. I have written out 81 tags to be exact. Oh yea, plus those 5 I had to re due, so it’s more like 86. 86 mother freaking tags. I don’t think I will be able to hold a pen ever again.

I had to re-wash all the bed sheets yesterday. Not because Chad pee’d the bed, but because he sweated through them. Stress detox = Chad sick. I also had to drag him to Costco and Safeway since we hadn’t been shopping in two months. Kind of needed some food and stuff. He looked like a zombie walking around. He decided it would be a good thing to stress me out even more then I was by asking me 101 questions about Saturdays dinner and what each ingredient I was buying was for and how I was going to make it, and how I should simplify it, over and over and over again. I was about to loose my shit on him, but I had to remind myself that he was sick and I should have sympathy.

Now I have to run back to Costco and pick up some pictures and my Thyroid pills. Just can’t live with out them!

I also need to find some Creme Fraiche.