In other news, it looks like both of the little ones may also have pneumonia. So tomorrow morning means a trip with both of them to the Dr. in order to get a diagnosis and/or catch the swine flu. Daddy's Girl has to prepare and teach a lesson to her class on French Christmas traditions on Wednesday and the way things are going I'm feeling like a visit to the French Quarter might be the best way to research. Can I get a witness?! Christmas decorations are still laying all over the floors and how the boxes will make it to the attic, I just couldn't tell ya, but they have to because I'm having a party for Un Chaz's graduation on Saturday.
Now at this point of the rant I have a few choices:
1. Turn it into a meaningful, thought provoking reflection on how these things work to make us stronger,
2. Bitch and moan some more, or
3. Find a way to put a funny little anecdote in here to make it less awkward for you to read.
I think I'll go with 4. Let you end it however you wish. Gnight all.