If I were Juno McGuff today, I'd be barfing in Brenda's urn. That is all.



All I've eaten is half a piece of cold cheese pizza (gack), some puffed millet, and a bowl of rice chex.

No blue slushies.

I managed some laundry, cleaning the kitchen, but nothing beyond that, really. Everything's a blur.

Heard today when Lark was hitting her sister on the head and laughing, and Mirth was very, very angry (but restrained herself from hitting back):

"You stop it RIGHT NOW, you little....BUCCANEER TEST!!!"



** scratching head and laughing ***