AmyLiz -- this is the same book that strongly suggests homemakers do their marketing every day to ensure the produce is the freshest and doesn't lose any precious nutrients. There are sample menus for each month so you can get an idea of what is in season. I'm not sure if in the 40s men came home from work for luncheon, because the menu for lunch is fairly substanial and has foods that you aren't supposed to be feeding children.

Ok. I appear to not be able to stop coughing. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I've worked too hard for this!

oh honey. is it maybe not an asthma thing? could a plain old supressant be of help?

I'm not sure if in the 40s men came home from work for luncheon, because the menu for lunch is fairly substanial and has foods that you aren't supposed to be feeding children.

My grandfather did until the day he retired. I doubt that everyone of his generation did, but he was 5 minutes from home and the store closed at lunchtime.

I've made some tea, and am sucking on a Vitamin C. I've also taken my asthma medication. It's probably stress, even thought I've been working VERY hard this morning to de-stress.

I guess I'd like my ~ma redirected from get-a-D-on-the-exam~ma to make-it-through-the-exam~ma.

I've gotta run! See you all on the other side.

Because she watches the kids while I'm at work. Thus, unless I'm doing something for in-laws or the church she doesn't watch the kids. She gets pissed off watching the kids while I do stuff like mow the yard or change the oil in the cars.

Solution: Send the kids to Greece for a bit. Mallory needs kids around, they could go craxy here with exploring and stuff, and you could see a movie.

I am a failure as a disciplinarian. Mallory heads for the computer cables, and I say, "No Mallory!" sternly, and he looks up at me with that half-grin and those chubby cheeks, and I go all melty and have to hug him. So that works really well as positive reinforcement.

ION, someone broke my taillight when I went to mail Christmas packages today. This poor car. It's a mess from the back doors back, and exactly one ding is my fault.

{{{Daisy}}}

"Shit" was all me. It is my curse of choice.

However, her trying to ecplain that she had pulled all the pans out of the cupboard in an effort to "further the teleportation technology"? That's you.

However, her trying to ecplain that she had pulled all the pans out of the cupboard in an effort to "further the teleportation technology"? That's you.

She had some valid theories in re: shaping the energy wave using a reflector similar in shape to the big pot lid...

Wait, no she didn't. That theory is absolute crap! Bad Emeline.

Exam is over. I feel pretty confident on the first three questions and iffy on the last two. We'll see how I did, but I should have passed.

Coughed through the whole damn thing. Professor kept coming to check on me.

I'm glad it's over. I'm going home. I'll work tomorrow instead. I'm exhausted.

Coughed through the whole damn thing.

That's the worst. But you got through it! And going home is probably a good idea.

Or ensuring that I invest in some animal tranquilizers in the near future.

Benadryl works fine. "Mmm, cherry. Hey, I can breathe. Hey, I....zzzzzzzt."

I learned to never let my guard down between a toddler and my face. If they weren't lurching back to headbutt you in the nose, they'd just gleefully whap you for no particular reason.