So Emma and I found ourselves stuck inside and bored so we were trying to cheer (me) up by being silly.



Even when she is being silly she is still oh so cute!

and my real gripe for the day is...
This morning I rang our dr's surgery to make an appointment for Emma and I. For me, because I am pretty over feeling blah and for Emma because last night we were up with her coughing and sounding all croupy and distressed and gasping for breath.
And they are booked out for a week. Huh? We might be well in a week. We might be dead in a week (ok so I am exaggerating, slightly.) But really.. NOTHING? for a week?? Aren't they suppose to keep some appts open each day. I rang as early as you can possibly ring without getting the answering machine. This is not the first time either.
I'm shopping for a new doctor.