Hello, Kitty!

Happy Halloween, fellow bloggers hanging out there in cyberspace! While you were still sleeping this morning, I was up with my five year old. That's right. She is sick. Why is it that whenever your kids puke-dar comes on, they migrate to your bed to throw up? I never understood that, but I did the same thing to my parents. So, I scraped the sheets off the bed, sent my hubby to bed in the living room, got a bucket, and crawled back into bed to lay wide awake until 6:30 AM. Luckily, (and I use that term VERY loosely...) she only got sick one more time. By the time I drug my red rimmed eyes out of bed, she was ready to eat, drink, and watch Rattatouille. I just hope she feels good enough to go trick or treating by the time I get home. She has been looking forward to it for the past year, and this will be here last year to have all the attention forcused on only her, and not her and her little sister.

So I have my starbucks vanilla frappucino, and my computer, and we are zoning through the day so far. As long as I can make it to one, I will be okay! I am getting a new drivers license today (updated with married name and current address), and am also picking up a breast pump. Too much info? Too tired to care.

Looking forward to having an entire weekend off to be fat and lazy... Well, fat anyway. The laundry won't do itself!

Will it?

Kristi Rufener