I knew I was coming down with something on Monday afternoon. I had a meeting to attend Monday for the election. Couldn't keep enough fluid in me. It was 114 degrees at 3:30 in the afternoon. Hit McDonald's and got lemonade. Sheesh.
Cyber says you measure temperature in the shade. I wasn't in the darned shade . . .
Cyber came home from work yesterday early to get rid of the Lasso Men. They hide under my bed until I get sick. Then the come out and try to lasso my ankles. Cyber locked them all up. Dang, he's good.
you need vitamins or something, slippy. you are a sickie pretty often!