Maraiya commented yesterday only to ask if I have thrown up yet. Sorry to disappoint all you vomit voyeurs out there, but it seems Brian's puking episode on the 4th stemmed from simple overconsumption of holiday goodies. Nothing contagious, thank goodness.
I don't think I'll be eating cherry pie any time soon, however. Yuck.
Oh, and today Holly, over at June Cleaver Nirvana, gave me an award for making vomit "the new black." Boy, I wish I had thought of that line. I don't really understand the award itself - it's called Arte y Pico, which I think is some sort of salsa. I can't wait to try it.
It seems that there is yet another stumbling block to my being anointed the Imperfect Blogger of the Month. Here I was keeping an eye on Sue , while all the while MadMad has pulled even with me in the voting; and she hasn't been abasing herself by begging her readers for votes, even. I had assumed that her post, although laugh-inducing (as is everything she writes), was way too knitting-oriented to tickle the average non-knitting parent's funny bone. Apparently, I was wrong.
Hey! Maybe it was you all who voted for her. Now I don't know whether to urge the stragglers to get on over there and vote (every day until the 11th!) or not.
Hoist by my own petard, I am...
[All you homeschoolers out there, The Daily Planet is hosting a carnival of delicious homeschooling posts right now - head on over and get the scoop!]