Mean little prunes (almost limes)

I love those food comparisons. The prunes have been brutal to me this week. They must be going through a growth spurt or something. I have been so exhausted and nauseous. I described it the other day as feeling like I've run a marathon but have the flu. Tuesday was my worst day yet. Despite a nap, I felt like absolute crap. It probably doesn't help that I've developed mild insomnia as well. I fall asleep in minutes (snoring while Jenn tries to watch TV apparently), but usually can't fall back to sleep after my second middle-of-the-night bathroom trip. I'm not really the type to get angry at not being able to sleep. I end up lying there, my mind wandering to all sorts of places.

The prunes and I had a chat the other day. I explained that they're kicking the crap out of me this week. I said that I don't mind dealing with it, as long as they're growing big and strong. Apparently, they're the strong, silent types, so they didn't have much to say...

I love you little prunes, almost limes. My bitch session is done!