There's a whole lotta pukin goin on

[ailbhe]

Emer was up womitin bad sor in the night. In good news, my cough is a lot better. The layers of pukey mops are in the washing machine right now, I've already dealt with the waiting load of woolens, the weather is fabulous, the smoke-scented drawers are outdoors (already had baking soda and vinegar treatment but I may need to repeat it myself; Rob has no sense of smell so couldn't smell any smoke OR the vinegar while he was working with it).

Linnea has been playing with ancient cheap makeup left over from my teenage years. I have no idea where she found it but I hope she likes purple sheets.

Emer is catching up on lost sleep. I must catch up on lost fluids.