I am Typhoid Mary! I have a cold from traveling. All the people that sneezed and coughed into the air embedded their germs on me. 

Now no one wants to be around me at our house. Ethan is understandable. I am staying away from him, excessively washing my hands, wiping down knobs, drawers and handles with Lysol…

Paul and I have been sleeping apart the past few nights to have him avoid me as much as possible. Now Paul doesn’t want me in the same car. Boo hoo for me. The dogs don’t care that I am coughing and snotty.

I have graduated from Kleenex to a roll of toilet paper to blow my nose. It lasts longer. Luckily we have soft toilet paper. I am gross! 😷 

I took the dogs to get their dentals. I pulled into the parking lot and parked. Another car pulled in shortly after and parked perpendicular to me. The driver pulled in to their spot. They backed up to try to fix their lousy parking job. BAM! Backed right into my car.

Luckily, my car is in hospice. It only has about another year or so of life left in her. The damage is mostly cosmetic. I don’t really care too much. That is why I drive an older car. I beat the hell out of it on the regular. 

I dropped the chihuahuas off and went home to work. Ferguson only had 3 extractions and 3 small bumps removed. Jiminy had 6 teeth and zero bumps removed. Poor pups. 

I got some cute pictures afterward. They made a wife beater for Ferguson. That made me laugh.

We have the camper ready for the maiden voyage!