I was out of work again yesterday-same old stuff-found new thing I cannot eat-potatoe chips. I swear I only age 6-body rejected and rejected everything else I had all day. I know TMI.

But that was on Sunday and Sunday night. Saturday morning was the fun stuff-DD woke us up at 5 with a phone call asking if we would be willing to take custody of GD. HUH? After she repeated question, DH asked what was going on. DD said for him to call SIL and find out. Of course DH said yes, then DD said she'd call back in the afternoon for us to talk-so that DH would have a chance to talk to me, but that she wanted to talk to DH cause he would understand marriage breaking up. HUH?

Long story short-they both had been drinking, usually she can watch her tongue and brain, but if she drinks certain types of liquor all of her brain goes out the window. Well, she did and it did. And he said some things that do not make sense now, but she took real serious. Before she called back I texted her and let her know that both her and her daughter were welcome to move here if needed. She did call later and we let her know that we even looked up the school that would be best for GD, what kind of plans would need to be done etc. Were GD would sleep-and still have some kind of room; things like that. GD is not moving here. It was alcohol. Things have settled down. In fact DH made a mention of next summer GD coming out here for a month, DD said, no that is too long!!

As far as my reading-sometimes I do overdo. But when I have been sick, DH doesn't want me doing any house work. Saturday after my hair appointment-trim it back short..I had every intention of cleaning den. then there were those potatoe chips.........And here we go again!!!!!!!

The only thing I can think of is that I am allergic to the oil they fried them in. I am not allergic to potatoes-I roasted them with carrots and chickent in olive oil last night-no problem. I have been taking calcium, women's vitaminms, b vitiman supplements- and getting plenty of sleep. And I am still tired and not well. Oh well, I am sure this will pass too some day.