well then.

I ran through my usual routine this morning...took the kids to school, ran an errand, went to the gym.  Finished my workout and looked down and realized my pants were on inside out.  Came home and finally hung up the mirror in my bedroom.  Sometimes procrastination just kills ya.

In other news, we are done with the flu although the memory lingers on.  Today was cleaning day and as I was taking Jem's sheets off to wash them, she came running in and hollered, "but I didn't even throw up on them!"  And later she sniffed the smell of bleach in the air and said, "it smells like throw up."  My little Pavlov's dog.