Woke up today feeling like I swallowed something prickly, which I hope isn't one of those creepy crawlers that you hear about, making their way into your mouth while you're asleep. I pulled myself out of bed, walked around the house like a zombie for a couple of minutes and then start for the kitchen. Once again my mom is making some sort of contraption with the mountain of peeled potatoes which sad to say isn't going to be mashed potatoes or potato salad but once again one of my mom's mystery dishes. Oh boy.
Today I am going to the library again to pick out a whole new pile of books to read to make life a little bit more interesting. Any recommendations?