We all got hit with a virus late in the week, with lots of cookies being tossed.  Not fun!  I escaped the aforementioned symptom but was dreadfully achey (so was DH).  My very fingers and the soles of my feet ached!

Today, we all seemed recovered, so I relented and let the kids go to their final Awana night.  Truth be told, I will be glad not to have to drive out to the next city on Sunday nights anymore.  Although I was pleased to see them receive their awards.

Other than that, I didn't do much today except feed the baby and watch a couple of old Cary Grant/Irene Dunne flicks.  I did pick up stuff in the living room once or twice, and start a load of laundry, but no housework stays done for long.

I let the kidbots watch a Looney Tunes DVD.   It was mostly Road Runner/Wile E. Coyote.  Now, Road Runner is okay in small doses, but you can only watch a character get pummeled by trucks and anvils for so long before you start rooting for him to catch that dratted bird, already.  Chicken commented, "The coyote sure has bad ideas.  He must get out of his mind when he's hungry."  I can identify.  Hunger makes me irrational too.  As does sleeplessness, so goodnight!