Nothing like draining my soul of all energy and spunk like a late winter cold.
I have Gigi to thank.
She started with the cold.
Passed it to me.
Then to Zoe.
It all really began for me on Saturday when I helped Chad put away 30 bales of hay into the hayloft.
Or the haymow, as my dad calls it.
We are hoping to take the girls on a fun summer getaway.
We are cancelling our trip to Disney in the Fall.
We really need to pay off Zoe's hospital bills from 2012.
She still needs one more surgery and the bills will return, so we need to get the ridiculous bills out from under us.
Today I told Chad to start looking online for a new solar cover for the pool.
Another way to keep your sanity in the depths of winter is to look at pool supplies online.
Nothing is more exciting than looking at leaf scoops, algaecides, and floaties in February.
Bring it on.
As my friend Buffy said to me "babies are bad luck for these people."
I knew the actor who played Matthew Crawley hadn't signed on for another season, so when I saw him joyfully driving (too fast!) down the coutnry lane in the convertible I knew that he was done for.
I guess I was wrong in my assumption that Bates may be guilty in the murder of his ex-wife.
Julian Fellowes keeps his audience on their toes!
I thought the best part of the entire 2 hour season finale was when Carson found baby Sybil crying in her crib and he picked her up and took her downstairs.
What a great moment to see the supposed stern and overly structured head butler showing his soft side (he was a singer/dancer in his past, we know he has sides!).