The little twerp spent the weekend kissing me. And kisses from E. usually entail a heaping helping of whatever is on her face. In this case, mucus and drool. This is why some people don't like kids. So, of course, she gave me her cold. So at noon I am off to pick her up for a trip to the doctor's and then to the antibiotic store. Then we are going home. Where I will lie on the couch and try to keep her from pulling on the: a. dog, b. tree, c. cracked linoleum in the corner.

And did I mention my digital camera shit the bed?