From Monday of this week the thought was in my head to maybe go out for a few on Friday night. I didn't expect to get hit with this cold. Despite the cold, I've been going like crazy all week with different things. My parents made it in okay, I felt a little bad for them as it's so cold, but they'll toughen up in a few days. My brother made it through his hospital stay and is not in the hands of Mom & Dad. I'm sure he'll recover quickly.
Yesterday at work my boss, also friend mentioned going out Friday night. I told him to call me when J & him got to the bar and we'd join them. The more he talked about it , the more it sounded good. Something happened though. It all sounded sooooo good. I got home from helping my parents around 4, did some chores, and sat down on the couch, covered up with my nice warm blanket and took a little snooze. K & A went to check out some tree they are going to cut down (I guess we need more wood). they got back and it actually sounded like A wanted to go out. I did make an effort. I felt like crap.
So here's a helpful hint...My husband had a taste for a fishfry. He decided to go over to Jewel as they have carryout. Nasty, is all I can say. He called it hockey-puck fish.
So needless to say we never got out. I guess my cold out witted my urge for a beer. Oh yeah, and I never got that call either!