I’ve been either one or the other this week. Sunday through this morning, I was a malfunctioning Carrie, having woken up sick in the middle of the night Monday (dude, I actually puked! I don’t puke. . .I messed up my record. . .), then most of the day Tuesday I had a bitch of a headache, because I didn’t want to take my medicine for fear of reignighting my queasy stomach. I slept from 3:30 that afternoon to 6:10 this morning, with a few brief moments of conciousness. Then off to work, drove from here to Geraldine, to Crossville, then back the slow way through Geraldine to Rainsville with two big trees and a shrub in the back of my truck back to Fort Payne.
I got home a little after five, and I’ve been writing thank you notes ever since, cause w/ my not feeling good and all, I’ve fallen a bit behind. I’m on a roll now though. Go me go me go me. But I’m gonna have to go to sleep early cause I’m going to McMinnville, Tennessee early tomorrow morning, and I gotta get up at the butt-crack of dawn. So sorry folks, no amusing stories of little things in my life, for I am a Busy Carrie. Later, this Busy Carrie will relate the story of Renton vs. Callie, Part Deux. (Renton is a mean little scardey-cat, but an interesting mean little scardey-cat). I’ll also tell about the Cat Tree. Good stuff, but for another day.
P.S. WAR EAGLE we beat Miss State 40-something to 13ish. Yee-ha.