I don't have anything interesting to tell you about my day because I didn't do anything interesting and I've been feeling too ill to put any effort into making up a good story. Not that I ever do, of course, although Hubby would probably like you to believe some of the stuff I say about him is made up. It's not.
I'm finally starting to feel more human tonight, and I expect I'll go back to work tomorrow. I might even do something interesting. In the meantime, all I have for you is a link to website called Damn You Auto Correct.
Whenever I want to laugh so hard that tears run down my face and I can't breathe without getting up and walking away from the computer screen, I pop over and read a few of the latest postings. I should warn you, though, that most are pretty off color, but that's what makes them so funny.
And while we're on the subject of Hubby, he came into the room a couple minutes ago to see my shoulders heaving and hear me crying. Of course, he was concerned until he asked me what was wrong, and I told him I'd just been reading Auto Correct again. "Well, don't DO that," he said. "It worries me when I think something's wrong!" Poor guy. But after all, isn't laughter the best medicine?