Where Did The Week Go?

Did you miss me? Huh? Well did you? Probably not, and that's all right. I understand that you have, you know, lives to live and other blogs to read when I drop off the face of the planet. It's good to diversify. At least that's what our financial planner tells me.

Anyway.

You know how they say "if you lie down with dogs you'll get fleas"?

Well, you can use that adage to describe my house, if you replace dogs with my kids and fleas with the snottiest nose in the history of the world.

Bun turned two months old this week, and he has his first cold, courtesy of his brother and sisters. They are firm believers in sharing the love. I really shouldn't be surprised, not after I caught Sally licking Bun full on the face. We couldn't have delivered the germs more effectively had we shot them up his nose with a syringe.

The poor little guy is awash in mucus, just in time for his well baby visit tomorrow. I guess I should call it his "Well-he-went-and-got-himself-sick-, Baby" visit. And don't think for one minute that this kid will not be jacked up on infants Tylenol since he is also due for a visit from the Vaccine Fairy. It will be good times, my friends.

Maybe I'll be back tomorrow with something more interesting (and I use that word in the loosest interpretation possible).

Then again, Rob is working late, so don't hold your breath.

And PS: Happy Birthday, GeeGee! We have nothing to give you but the common cold, but that does not diminish our love for you!