*Sniffle Sniffle*

So apparently we're all sick. I'm not so bad as the others in my family... but then again, I don't have time to be sick and my body respects that. I'm just dealing with a little throat tickle issue and a little more snot than I'm used to, which means a little snot. I don't tend to be a very snotty person. And I'm going to try to put the word "snot" as many times in this paragraph as I can. Snot snot snot!

Have you ever really looked at the word snot? It's a pretty funny-looking word.

Made ya look!

And I think the cold meds are getting to me.

Anyway, there was a birthday party yesterday. The Princess turned four, and in all of our royal splendidness, Her Royal Cuteness celebrated with a party that would make anyone who doesn't love pink have a seizure. But hey, it's what she asked for. She asked for a pink cake and a pink bear, and by golly we gave her both!

My husband took her to the mall yesterday morning and designed a Build-A-Bear with her for her birthday. Her name is Aura (Princess named her). It's pink. She picked out pink panties for it, too. And the frilliest wedding dress they had.

Hey, now... she comes by it honestly, you know.

While they were doing that, I decorated and set up for the party. Yay, me. I made a checkerboard cake with pink icing and a flower mound top. I used up 2 whole rolls of crap paper... sorry, crepe paper (can I say "crap" on here?)... to turn our house into a pink and purple castle. The kids decorated crowns, made wands, had their faces painted, and ate champagne grapes and pinwheels. And cake and ice cream, of course.

Today our insurance lady came by to look at our car. I got in a fender-bender a few days ago. Not a big deal at all, we were in a parking lot and weren't going over 1 mph. It was *technically* my fault (even though it was hers, it's just legally mine). The insurance lady is the nicest one I've ever dealt with, so I gave her a present, an old MK gift-with-purchase. She ended up buying $40, taking a catalog, and promising to give me at least 10 leads before she left. I'm not sure how it happened, I think the response is out of habit now. But hey, that's okay with me.

This afternoon we tried to go see Superman in the dollar theater. Yeah, that didn't work. I ended up leaving with the kids, madder than a hornet, and coming home to furiously clean. That's what I do when I'm mad. I clean. I think this is the first time in months I've seen my kitchen counter.

So, the kids are in bed. I still haven't seen Superman. My back and neck are stiff from days of sleeping wrong. I'm irritated still. I'm bored and not tired. I have too much to do and not enough motivation. But I'll give a million dollars to the first person to teleport here and give me a massage before I go to bed.

But my shopping list is made for tomorrow. And my to-do list. My checkbook is balanced and all the bills paid for this pay period. I've read the materials for my government assignment and done two loads of laundry.

And my house is VERY clean.