Last night K and I got a sitter so we could go out to celebrate our anniversary. We were only out for thirty minutes before she called to say that The Mayor had thrown up all over the dining room. She said he felt better, that she would clean it up and we should stay out.
Then she called back.
To say he had thrown up in the hall and in the bathroom and could we please come home.
As soon as we got home, Rooster Girl threw up all over herself in her crib.
Say it with me now, "Oh. The. Joys."
In other really 'kick-aff' news, I'm using the new blogger beta (or whatever) and its latest insult is that, just now, when I tried to leave comments on the kabillion or so blogs that I read I got a message that said,
We're sorry, blogger beta users can't comment on blogs.
Commenting feature coming soon!"
My jaw is hanging open in complete and utter disbelief.
I am cut off.
For how long?
My comments are blog "Love Locked Out."
That, blogger.com, is going too far. WAY too far.