We are in dire straits for groceries around here, Bert and Ernie are in danger of being eaten if someone doesn't get to the store ASAP.
We are under the weather at the McRaine house. I am sitting here at the computer, listening to my peanut whistling away her nap on the baby monitor. What to do for a stuffed up baby? All she wants is her soother, only to find out she actually wants oxygen more, so she spits it out to breathe, and then wants it again..... a vicious cycle, I tell you. I hope we are all ship-shape later this week when we go running with Shan and Sooz!