Thats a wrap

not a chicken wrap, silly.

Last night (Tuesday) I got sick at work, and went home. I was sick all night. up chucking every hour of the night. Not getting any sleep, I was sore, I was restless, I was so ready to be well again.

I give all props to women. I don't know how they do it. When I get sick, im the biggest baby ever. I finally found my weakness, Yay. I hate it when you go to a job interview and they ask, "What would you say your biggest weakness is?" I always say nothing, because Barry is the man with a plan.

Anyway, women are sick for like 7 days, every 28 days. I couldn't bear to stand that. Then on top of that, women have babies, which brings along morning sickness. Then the pain of carring that thing around for 9 months, then the extra weeks followed by the baby need feeding every 2 hours. How do women do it? Can they write us men a "how to" book?

This morning, (Wednesday) I go to check on my sick goat, meanwhile I am still sick. She looked almost dead, but still hada faint breath. I called he vet, and rushed over. Chloe died in the car on the way to the vets office. I went inside, where I shed my tears in greif over my goat. Chloe was 4 yrs old, and was on her way to becoming an animal assisted therapist.

I finish up at the Halifax vets office, where they ran test I didnt approve and stuck charges to my account. Poofah.

I go to history class, where Mrs. Ward lightened the mood with her whityness personality.

I make it home, type my assignment for english and email it to my teacher. Help dad cut down a tree at the last minute so Granny can stay warm. Love ya Granny!

I go to sleep. Get in some NCIS, then went to town for some toast and lemonade.

Back home and spent the night on Facebook and watch the old movie "Big Trouble in Little China"

R.I.P. Chloe.