The wet nuts are still sitting in the cupboard. I said something to the donor and I got an absent minded response of, "oh, yeah. I guess I need to send them."

Gasp! No, really???? He's not going to do it until I have another shit fit. He lost his pager on the 9th when he was working the homeless shelter. I'm guessing that she paged him, but I can't prove it since the pager is MIA. So, I guess it's a sit and wait type of situation.

I should package the nuts up and put them in his face, but I told myself I wasn't going to force him. This is his choice.
Sorta.

As for life lately, we've all been sick. Even the donor succumbed to the dreaded flu. Yesterday, I made him come home and take care of the baby. I was so out of it. I couldn't even function. I'm feeling a little bit better today.

Not good enough to make a play date with Annie and Sam, but they are on my to do list.:) They really want to play and I finally broke down and said that I would. Without the donor....