The plague, it hath gotten me. After a week of pretending like I am not sick, today was the day to just be sick already. In the hopes that the plague will be happy to be acknowledged, and can now go about attacking another house. Do you think it works that way? I'm holding out hope.
In other news... nope, no other news. I actually made dinner - a really good dinner, even - and took a few pictures of it. Marc said, "I can't believe I have to wait to eat my dinner so you can take some damn pictures of it!". He is the most supportive person EVER. (Ok, generally he is supportive when he is not hungry.) Hey, maybe I'll post those pictures I took! Wouldn't that be revolutionary?! The thing is, I often find myself downstairs at the computer realizing I left the CF card upstairs in the camera, or I'll be upstairs wanting to take a picture of something cute the kids are doing, and I realize I left the CF card down in the computer. Can't win on this one, it seems.
Well, I must go deflate my head now.