Today isn’t the suckingest day that ever sucked, and for that I am grateful. I do, however, still have lingering ickiness, leftover, I’m assuming, from vomitfest 2005, which occurred on 9/24 for almost 12 hours straight. Followed by more bouts of stomach pain in the ensuing 10 or so days. And I’m scheduled for an ultrasound to check on my liver, since my blood tests showed strange numbers relating to that much-battered organ. And Kelsey is, for the first time in her 3.5 years, constipated to the point of fear of pooping. This will have interesting repurcussions in the coming weeks, I’m sure.

There’s a storm front threatening to pour a deluge on my party plans for Sunday. I’m going to miss the huge sale at the local supermarket today because of my daughter’s inability to poop. And the problem with my leaky shower pipe is getting worse, doing visible damage to the ceiling on my first floor.

Wait. Why isn’t this the suckingest day that ever sucked? Because I have lovely flowers on my table from a very considerate friend. My girls painted beautiful pictures for me today and have been playing somewhat nicely. My husband promises that it’s Gilmore Girls Marathon Night after the kids go to bed. And I’m feeling some satisfaction from doing a hell of a lot of work to the landscaping around my house. Now if I could just convince the husband to pick up dinner on the way home, today may even be ranked among the most mediocre days that ever were mediocre!

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