If I was able to convince my mom that I was sick enough to stay home (and I had to actually be sick, funny how moms can tell when you're faking) I wasn't allowed to get out of bed and do anything ALL DAY, even if I felt better. That rule is still with me, and I would feel guilty going out and drinking tonight since I've been in my donut pajamas all day. I don't feel up to going out anyway, but I seriously thought about it. Rob was oddly supportive of my going out. What's that about?
I rented Away We Go, which was good, I watched Knocked Up on TV (in three different sessions, I saw the ending, then they played it again and I watched the beginning, and then they played it again and I saw the middle. I think I can string it all together) and I watched some Oprah, and I watched some decorating shows. Early this morning I watched Good Times. It was alright. The acting is not very good, but I really like the guy who plays the dad.
AND! The damn dog pissed on the floor again! Jeez! So now I have to add another element to my morning routine: putting his leash on before he even leaves the crate, and taking him outside and staring at him until he pees. Then I have to praise him and act all excited that he peed in the right place. I have been shunning him today and he knows it.
Once Rob gets off the phone, I'm going to pour some rootbeer (yes, you heard right: I need some bubbles, ok?) and watch an episode of The Wire. I never know what the hell is going on in that show, and I'm not a fan of cop shows in general, but Rob likes it, and I'm such a loving and giving person, so there you go.
Leila doesn't have school tomorrow, so we get to sleep in. I have no idea what I'm going to do with her all day, but I might go get us both strep tested, just in case.
If you're still reading this, I have to wonder why, I can hardly stand myself. But thanks anyway!