Yeah, I know, I suck major balls...
I don't really. You can ask my husband and various and other assorted men throughout my life, but I don't suck them. I've been known to lick balls but yeah. Anyway. I have a lot of catching up to do. I know I do. I don't know why exactly I didn't write in before now except that so much went on in the last year that I just didn't think most of it seemed plausible. I know it seems like most of my blogs are fiction. I wish they were, I really do. But they're not. In February everyone in my house got the flu. We all had fevers of over 100, Memphis got so sick he didn't eat for 6 days. We still didn't have a car and I couldn't find any way to the doctor until he had been that sick for more than a week. By then, the doctor didn't even want to see him and basically said if he hadn't died and hadn't had a seizure he was probably going to pull through. So we kept him hydrated and that was that. While that was going on, my mom ...