I felt like I’ve been having a Hashi’s flair up for a few days now. I’ve been taking my thyroid medicine, but sometimes it just happens out of the blue. I also now know that I can’t eat chili with out having an “I don’t have a gallbladder” flair up also. It’s called a bile dump and it’s a gross as it sounds. It also makes you feel nauseous and just yucky.
I did get something done today though. We have a sock box. I don’t know if anyone else does, but it’s a box where all the unmatched socks go to die, or at least hopefully one day find their mate.

Some were lucky and found their sole mate, but alas, some did not.

I don’t know why it’s been so hard for me to throw them away. Some have literally been in there for years. I did keep a few that I’m pretty sure the mates are hanging around under a bed or jammed in a drawer somewhere.
Tonight I went to get a glass out of the cabinet.

The wood on the shelf is completely smooth, right? Well I found the one place that it wasn’t and shoved a splinter down into my nail bed. My finger immediately got hot and started throbbing. I couldn’t grab hold of it so I had to cut my nail off into the quick to be able to use the tweezers to get the very top of the splinter.

I would never survive the torture where they shove sticks under your nails. I’d give up whatever information they wanted. All they would have to do is show me the stick.
And just because they looked so cute laying on the bed.

The kitten is getting so big. She’s still a troublemaker, but we all love her. Milo is just a big ole sweetie, but still scared of ceiling fans although last night he snuck in and slept on the foot of our bed.









































