My "inspiration" yesterday was store bought. The last couple of days I have had that tickle in my nose and drainage in my throat – the beginnings of something. I loaded up on the vitamin C and Cal-mag. That was not enough, so I took a Sudafed. That is some good stuff, Maynard! If it were not so bad for me, I would take it every day. Not only does it stop my sniffles, it gives me energy and suppresses my appetite. It probably messes with my heart and metabolism too. When it wears off, my arms get heavy and my head closes up. I tried to buy a spring supply at Wal-Mart, knowing that allergy season is coming, but the clerk would not let me buy both Drixoral (for night) and Sudafed (for day) at the same time. I asked for the smaller package of Sudafed so that I could buy both, but was informed that they do not carry a smaller package. When I said, "you did back in December" I was then treated as some sort of liar/criminal. Fine, I’ll take what I can get for now and send my daughter back for more (as any good druggie would do). While I was "inspired," I bought some new containers for my art supplies and did some reorganizing. I still have some more to do today, but today is art. Art days are busy with people and painting. Yep, I already took my Sudafed. Bring it on!
Here is a photo of Ranger, the rat-terrier, sitting in GBN1’s "favorite" car seat. I think Ranger knows that it is her seat and he relishes his time in the seat. GBN1 calls it her "favorite" seat because it is in our truck, which means she gets to go somewhere with us. Last night we went to church in the truck, and it smelled like baby puke. It turns out that GBN1 left her sippy cup full of milk in the truck. Temperatures got up in the 80’s yesterday and now the truck stinks. Although we drove to church with the windows down, I could still smell the soured milk. I sat by Ashley in church, and I wanted to ask her if she could smell baby puke. I think it might be worse than skunk. Maybe I should not have taken that last Sudafed and my nose would have closed up.