Quote from “the Smoking Man”

(a.k.a. Cancer Man, Cigarette Man, Cigarette Smoking Man)


“Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So, you’re stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there’s nothing else to eat while you’re watching the game. Sure, once in a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee but it’s gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you’re left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth shattering nuts, which if you are desperate enough to eat leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper wrappers.” As said by Smoking Man on the X-Files.

Christina up early again. I am so sleepy.

Quick made meds and a quick post before going to get her. Ready for a morning to sleep in.

Christina's eye appointment went well. No new news, which means no bad news. They dialated her eyes and of course no one likes that.

The car ride went well there and Christina cried on the way home. Angela had a tough time in the car with her sore leg. I felt bad for both of them.

Christina is still down for a nap and it is time to get dinner started.

Well Christina feels better. Angela is worse and I am getting sick.

Christina was up at 5:15 this morning. Time to wake mommy and get ready for work.

Both the girls are not feeling well. And I can't sleep. I hope all feel better tomorrow.