I’m okay!

Inadvertent day off home with sick child. Two episodes of poor food choices, due to $$ stress. No “free” meals this weekend for you, chubs. Hub is having to drive out of town to his former employer, because they have not sent his final paycheck. They’ve said “the check’s in the mail” for a month, and they are gonna have one very unhappy linebacker looking Indian on their doorstep this afternoon!

I seriously doubt I will ever get to the point where stress doesn’t make me want to jump into a vat of cheese dip, with a tanker truck of cold beer pulled up alongside. I just manage to do it less often. Sigh.

Hey - Jan made up 36 seconds yesterday. This thing is so going down to the wire for me!