Add this to my list of irritating things about my kid being sick: she gave it to me. Dammit, Jim. I was up all night and still feel like crapola this morning – Miss Cheri just came to rescue Mallory so I can go back to bed. Of course I am thinking “but maybe I am feeling well enough to scrapbook?” but instead I think I’ll go have a date with Harry Potter (still on book 5) and take a nap.