The last day of my summer vacation was spent in bed, playing Sims and a new game Mel invented where we make up rhyming celebrity names that are butt or poop related (yes, we're 10 years old), like Spurt Russell, Splats Domino, and Betty Shite. Blame Hubby for originating the whole thing by uttering the name "Shat Benatar" the other day, which was and continues to be one of the screamingly-est funny things I've heard in a while (again, 10 years old).
Also, I took a COVID test, which was negative. I'm glad about that, but the fact that R and Hannah tested positive last night, combined with me feeling a little gross, has me concerned.
Hubby bought stuff for mini pizzas and fed me dinner. What a good hubby.
I chatted with Mom today. We were supposed to go to Little Cousin K's baby shower this morning, but I'm not taking a possible COVID infection to a baby shower. Sounds like it all went well - Mom filled me in on all the details.
Will we be working tomorrow? That's the question.