I love crisply ironed everything. I just don't like to do it, and am only fair to middling about it. Although what I first said originally holds. I'd rather have a perfect cake than a pressed anything. That's truth and I won't deny it.

Aimee keeps a very neat house. She's sort of like a bawdy, profane Heloise.

Hee! Thanks, I like that a lot. I'ma steal it.

Wahhh! I still feel like utter crap. My throat hurts so much and is so swollen that swallowing gives me a coughing fit, and trying to swallow more than once nearly makes me pass out. This is NOT HAPPY. And that's after trying tylenol, gargling, soup (had about three sips), and starting the penicillin. And I'm all weak and wobbly, partly from the sick and partly from the lack of eating/drinking.

Now to go play catchup...

Aimee keeps a very neat house. She's sort of like a bawdy, profane Heloise.

And I thought she couldn't get any sexier.

I LOVE crisply ironed shirts. But those come from the cleaners. I'd probably love for someone to put my sheets out on a clothesline and then iron them so they are sweet smelling and unwrinkled but I'm afraid that just isn't going to happen.

Whenever I see ads for those uber-irons, the kind that cost hundreds of dollars, I am sorely tempted. I think, with an iron like that, ironing would be easy and fun and I would actually do it.

Then I think, who am I kidding.

And buy DVDs instead.

I think we need to pitch in and get Fay a subscription, drat it.

Well, I've hatched a Cunning Plan. My Cunning Plan consists of phoning up to add a voice recording; according to the main page, there's a special offer in force at present, whereby the first 200 people to put voice recordings onto their sites get a free subscription. So I've left a very cheesy phone message, which they've received and need to listen to tomorrow to check it's not crude or inappropriate, and then Bob's your uncle! Although nobody will be able to understand a word, because i talkveryfastindeed, as Meara can tell you. Um. Still, insh'allah, subscription.

meara, I'm so sorry you feel oogy. I think you need ice cream.

Very cunning plan, Fay!

So daycare almost booted us because we have paid late.

So I write the checks for the past 2 weeks plus the check for the week after we get back from Michigan.

She called.

She wants us to pay for the week we're gone. Or else, she'll give Em's spot to "Parents who I don't have so many problems with."

In the Handbook it says that if we are gone for two weeks in a row, we have to pay for one week. If it's a month, we pay for 2 weeks, etc. In LogicWorld, that would mean being gone for 1 week, we don't pay.

Apparently not. Why? you ask? Because of her age. If she were a toddler, I wouldn't have to pay because she has room in the toddler program. She only has 4 spots for infants and she can fill them with "Children whose parents pay me on time."

I know we're wrong for having been late in the past, but shit.

I wanna stay home.

I got part of my Israel trip typed up, for those of you who'd wanted to know how it was: [link] It's kind of rambling, and I think I lost several trains of thought in there that I ought to pick back up, but I realized I'm not going to get everything all written up the way I want to anytime soon.