ROBIEWANKENOBIE

i've got a whole heap of allergy/asthma/no-sleep goodness going down right now. it's like a crazyfest. at least i'm better off than the leon who has had the hiccups almost every time he sits up. crazyfest part deux. or, perhaps that is the original crazyfest, and mine the facsimile. i'm he's hiccuping, i'm sneezing. we are a sexay couple, indeed. things are looking up, as the leon has gone to the pharmacy and filled out the triplicate forms that indicate that he needs real sudafed for a cold, and not to make meth. i have also partaken of the "nose bong" (aka narial cup). add a little albuteral into the cocktail and we're in business, folks. or at least i thought we were in business. in reality he was in business and i was plumb miserable.

today i am going to make bread. i'm guessing that i might manage laundry, as well. because i'm all productive like that. there sure as hell better be nappage. if there isn't there will be teevee. so sue me. i have to rest up for the madness that will be tomorrow. i'm meeting with mrs. l. foegy to shop for easter accoutramants before heading on up to the capital to get a copy of mr4s birth certificate for kindergarten registration. i know. i know. it should be bronzed and hanging over the mantle. but it isn't, so off we go. i swear that the parenting thing isn't too bad, it's the motherfucking paperwork. aaaaaaaaargh! that and the gazillion papers that come home from school every day. i swear they're going to smother me some day. but i digress. there will also be groceries to procure. oh, and i work. oh, and there might be freelance to work on. because i have loads of extra time.

so, today i bake bread and do a little laundry...and hole up before the storm.