I was hoping not to have it be 11 p.m., me with Tylenol P.M. in me, and Megan Riley visiting

It's 11 p.m. and the throwups have officially begun. It's going to be a loooong night.

I'm guessing virus now. This poor baby. Off to get more supplies for the bedroom.

Thanks for staying glued to your blogs--don't you wish you were h-e-r-e?

I could use help with the laundry.

Make that one now very stinky duvet cover, bath towel, mommy shirt, jenna shirt, and pillow case.

Megan Riley, if I see you next week your ass is grass.