Well that was short lived.

3 ounces. Twice. WTF? I purchased some Mother's Milk organic tea during lunch and we'll see what that does. It's sitting next to me steeping and taunting me. I hate fennel with a fiery passion (but I like black licorice jelly beans) and that's pretty much the main ingredient in this milk inducing concotion of digustingness. It says it's a "pleasantly aromatic balance of sweet, spicy and slightly bitter." I call that a crock of shit. The first ingredient is bitter fennel fruit. You can add the word fruit to the end of it, it still doesn't sound tasty. Would you like to drink some delicious feces fruit? No!? BUT IT SAYS FRUIT ON THE LABEL!!!

Sutton's cold is back. His tiny baby cough is sad and hilarious at the same time. I swear I'm not a wretched mother, you have to hear this cough for yourself. Imagine a 75 year old man who has smoked since he was 1 year old and that's what Sutton's cough sounds like. He'll start with the sweet, sad baby cough and end it with something like "huuuaaaaaaaaaaah!" Oh my God, I just realized, my baby sounds like Al Pacino. I do love Scent of a Woman.

"And that my friends is called integrity. That's called courage. Now that's the stuff leaders should be made of."

Where was I again? Oh right, Sutton is sick. This means nobody in the house is sleeping because we're all sick. I went to bed at 9pm last night and at around 11am I wasn't entirely convinced that I was actually at work rather than in bed dreaming that I was at work. What's the difference, really? Both require about the same level of participation and intelligence at this point. Actually, I think staying asleep may just be more difficult than my job. It's a sad state of affairs my friends and on that note I'm going to end this post because I'm 99% sure I'm not making any sense and 100% sure that if I continue it will go downhill from here.

"Uh oh, we got a moron here is that it?"

-Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade