I dreamt that we had another baby (nevergonnahappeninamillionyears), were friends with a couple named Ravi and Selena and then set off a bomb as we climbed back into a minivan with my mother in tow.
An odd start to our day.
I should stop watching the news.
Son#3, still feverish, will stay home again.
Bad-to-the-bone Mother strikes another blow to her kid's education.
Where will it all end, where will it all end...
Otherwise, it's one of those go-to-the-GP-then-buy-chicken kind of days.