I have 'noffin' to report from our neck of the woods. We are just hanging out here in our overly christmas still decorated house- waiting on the crew who is supposed to come through and put all this stuff away. How embarrassing, they are really taking their time getting here. Heck, I may have to break down and start taking some of it down myself- sheesh!
And on another count of 'noffin', I bring to you headlice. I don't actually bring them to you, because I don't have them. But just the mention of them makes me itch like crazy. I check the children 84 times a day. Interestingly enough, I have NO idea what I am looking for, but I check and check and check. Kids in allyson's class have them, and I am just hoping beyond hope that we don't manage to get them. I will die. Die die die. I simply can't do it. We'd have to buy all new stuff- carpet, pillows, sheets, blankets, stuffed animals, toothbrushes, toilet wands- all new. And we'd have to move. Not to mention I would sure miss Allyson, when I sold her and her headlice to the gypsies.
You're itching now, aren't you. See.