For the past week, I've had a cold. A nasty cold, complete with three canker sores that affect my daily good humor.
Over the weekend, Mike got biten by a bunch of bugs and his legs look diseased. He's been taking Benadryl and using hydrocortison cream to control the itching.
We have a resident spider camped out in one of our bathrooms.
We have baby frogs (so cute!) that live in our backyard.
We discovered that the field next to our house is home to a wild pumpkin patch.
All that said, I've been in somewhat of a haze. I haven't done laundry. I haven't picked up after myself. I haven't made the bed all week (thanks to Mike for doing that!).
But - I did watch Dancing With the Stars. What can I say? I'm totally addicted. Pathetic.