Last week was spent trying to keep the girls feeling better as they fought off a cold and teething. Apparently this week will be spent dealing with the fact that I feel like I pissed off Mr. T’s fist, which decided to beat me down and then pour marshmallow fluff in my skull.
We’ll try again tomorrow.
Oh, and FYI: Watching back to back episodes of The Office before passing out in a fever heap leads to some exceptionally messed up dreams.
