I still can’t breathe through my nose and the damage mouth breathing is doing to my lips is quite gross. Chapped, cracked and bleeding lips beneath a red runny nose and a voice that sounds like a cross between Lauren Bacall and Harvey Fierstein. Yes, I’m the picture of loveliness. If I were Doug I’d be very excited about getting away from me for the weekend.
Sarah is so excited about the class trip that her face is a huge smile and her little body looks like it has enough energy to run the entire distance between here and Nashville. I need to quit fooling around on the web and finish getting Sarah and Doug’s things packed. Once I make it past the Saturday morning overlap when I’m supposed to be in two places at once things should be fine over here. If I could just get Amy to keep a diaper on things would be a lot cleaner over here. The duct tape no longer slows her down.