so hunter has a game yesterday. feels terrible, coughing like a maniac. trying to stay above water, i can see it in his face. tired eyes. poor guy. they lose by 1, after numerous terrible calls by very biased refs. why is it that they hate tesoro? every time. every single time. craig is so upset with the refs and doesnt have a problem telling them...then gets into it with a canyon (opposing team) dad and the kid running the shot clock. pointed insults going back and forth...just wanted to hide under my beach chair, telephoto lens in hand. reminds me of the time he was thrown out of a little league game for being too vocal...ughhh.
then after we get home, (and after a mad dash to the high school to retrieve forgotten books from a locker) couldnt get on my computer, cuz we are officially down one and the kids needed it. the other laptop died, then the printer doesnt work...pretty frustrating night, i will say. and hunter this morning is feeling weaker and sore throat is back...what's next?
well, dont have any dog food this morning, so i have 4 eyes looking at me with disdain.
they hate me right about now.
hope the day gets a little better.
update as of 9:30am...another computer died...and dane is home with crud in this throat.
love my life.