So this weekend (and yes, I do start all my sentences with "so") I'm outside painting, which is what I do these days, and Bella tells me that she is hungry. She wants chicken noodle soup, she says. I say, 'ok, cool. I'll make you some in a bit.' "Oh no," she says, "I want the real stuff. You know, with flat noodles?" So, I made chicken and rice soup instead. She didn't really like that idea until 1- she realized she had no choice in the matter as she can't work a can opener or reach the microwave. 2- I explained that Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup has special healing powers and must be saved for sick days.
That's really all I have. I started this a few days ago and I was going to turn it into a list, sort of, of all the funny things that have been going on here. BUT, I feel weak and tired and not up to funny. However, I am compelled to post something since it has been age, afterall. (I don't care what spell check says "afterall" should be one word.)
So, that's it. Sorry about that. I'm going to go lay down now and think about all the carbs in chicken noodle soup and decide if that weighs out it's magical healing powers. I wish I had some ice cream...
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