Hey guys! Had a busy day. Worked 7 - 2 with a short break to drive my daughter to school and one to see my guy. Then I checked the mail and my check was in! Woohoo a day early. So I went to the bank. Now I’m relaxing before my daughter gets home. I’m going to see my sons race in 45 minutes. They canceled Tuesday thankfully so now I get to go.
Ick...I’m making a venison roast for the guys. It is stinking up my whole house because it’s in the crockpot.
If my son comes in first I’ll offer him sundaes or dominos. I’m sure he’ll pick pizza. But I don’t know. He’s running against a fast team and that hip/pelvis thing he broke last year is hurting him. He might suffer defeat. I really hope not. I don’t want to be in the car with him if he loses lol.
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Schizoaffective, PTSD, Anxiety
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