On my behind. Hahahaha.
Actually, I drew you all a comic strip but it needs cleaning up. Instead of doing that I've been lying face down on my bed moaning, "What happened to my vitality?" Toddler Flails-a-lot is back at daycare and I feel like my brain cells and energy cells have fled the building. I've been asleep more than I've been awake today. Illness is leaving my family but it ain't going without a fight. Tomorrow's another day.
(Here's She Who Must Be Obeyed a scant two weeks ago. The baby screamed "Money sleeping!" in her face, covered her with a dish towel and pushed the chair about the room. Toddler Flails-a-lot could never say Mandy, called her Money until the end.)