It’s the last day of NaBloPoMo, but instead of writing a celebratory post and all of that, I’m going to have to be short so I can go take care of Bug.

My sick kid radar was peaked first when he was kind of draggy after school, but then when I told him we were going to the bank on the way home where he could get a lollipop, and he said he didn’t want one, I knew this kid was fever-ridden. Nothing like the refusal of sugar to make all your mom-alarms go off.

Go out and do something fun for me this weekend, why dontcha?

As Posh says, “Lay-ahs!” (what, you don’t quote Posh?)