Oh!

 I forgot to mention that my new ass kicking recliner was sent back to whence she came. Trying her in the store, she was Gorgeous and comfortable. The one that came here was gorgeous and hard as a rock. I mean, HARD. I couldn’t even sit in it. My husband left to go teach a Karate class, I tried everything in my power to like this chair. I wanted to like the chair. I put a pillow under me. Put something under my feet because the foot thing didn’t raise up enough (?) and when my husband came back up I just cried. I can’t like her. He sat in it to decide if we should keep it for him and then said “ This has to go back” we don’t have thousands of people to come sit in a chair to wear it in. It was here for five days. My husband sat in it. My son sat in it. Over and over and each time was like, damn it! It’s so great though if your ass didn’t feel like you’re sitting on concrete!

Today I bought a new one. Plus a mattress. Have I gotten a sofa yet? Nope. This is like how you can’t just paint one wall because then all your other walls look like they need paint so you end up painting the whole house and realizing that your furniture doesn’t match with the walls and it snowballs. Ya, apparently that’s me trying to buy a sofa. 

Me upping my medication went poorly.  Like, it felt exactly like morning sickness all day long. So….. Not sure what’s gonna happen with that but I won’t try again. No thanks.

I’m doing well. How are you all doing? Let’s get some updates!

Gotta go.

Tracy