So, my cold has almost assuredly turned into bronchitis. It will be my second bout this year, usually I only get it once a year, so this year I get a...bonus bronchitis.
(Paul is watching me type as he plays WoW and he says to tell you all 'tell them what a wonderful husband I am and how I love you with every piece of my soul, no don't tell them that I told you to write it, no don't write that either, dammit!")
Um, I still haven't found out about the stolen $50. Paul has not yet found a job. Keef has not yet found a job and is still living here. I feel like death on a roasting stick. I still have not gotten all the info I need for the Immigration papers. We finally decided that unless Paul gets a job within the next week or so, we will have to give up on Winnipeg for Christmas. This is pretty much devastating to me, but I suppose I will live. As Paul says, I will be with my new family this year (Which is a really sweet thing to say, btw :)
I've taken my nightly shot of Robitussin so I believe I may not be making sense at this point. We're doing fine really, its just a bit of a rough patch. But, this too shall pass, and at least we have each other and our little Wiggle Worm. In a month or two, all these problems will have been dealt with :) (Plus, in a week, I won't have bronchitis (hopefully) and I won't be PMSing so that will help too ;)
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