"Oh, good. It's just snot."
"Oh, good. It's just snot." -Said by The hubster this evening while getting the kids ready for bed. The alternative was icky and not snot. (Though snot is in itself plenty icky- not near as bad on the scale.) Thanks Sean. Spilled beverages today: 3- 2 of which were milk--one of which I indeed cried over, despite the saying in my head not to. Frozen shirts on the line yesterday: 4--that was when I decided that it was indeed too cold to hang clothes outside despite the sunshine. Today fared much better for drying. Head colds: 2- Charlie and Me (and hopefully not my madre anymore- feeling better yet, Mom?) Boxes of books unpacked: 7. I loved opening every one of them and seeing old friends. Nails almost ripped from flesh while getting 7 boxes of books: 3. I had lovely, oh -so- pretty gel nails for my sister-in-law's wedding two weeks ago. Now they are just long and dangerous. So I clipped them and feel much better. (Th...