Hello!
Good day folks…
So what’s on the agenda today? I’m going to have a super duper slow day,
everyone has left the house except me…
Sucks to be me! I was going over this
subject in the morning, and it’s funny how I have gone from “it’s just a matter
of time before I start walking again” to “I sure wish my wheelchair could have
wings to fly”. You get used to it, I
mean there isn’t a cure for what I got, and it would be a freaking miracle if
suddenly I start walking out of the blue, so the human inside of me just gives
up an adapts to the situation… Don’t
worry, I am not depressed nor am I contemplating mass suicide… I was just playing with the idea this
morning, back to the show…
So yesterday we got the new rosca, and my daughter was all
excited about splitting it in four and finding the prized figurine… Well she did and she didn’t find the figuring,
nor did my youngest daughter, nor did my wife; so who found the figurine? I did!
I found the freaking figuring, and as luck would have it: a freaking pig! The figuring is a freaking pig and I
won! Needless to say that my oldest
daughter was depressed, in several years that we've been doing this rosca thing she has never once won the freaking event!
I told her it would be funny that when she gets her own family she still
loses to her kids, she claims that she will send the little bastards to bed
without supper… A mother on the making here…
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