Before I commence today's whinging, I have to say this: I am SO excited about putting together "The List". In fact, I want to start it now, now, now! You've all been wonderful with suggestions, and I'm pumped. I'll be creating "The List" in all it's glory in tomorrow's post, but I can always add extra ideas to it.

In regards to yesterday's post? I've been told Squishy McMidsection isn't going anywhere. In fact, it's latched on extra tightly, so looks like we'll be sticking together for a while longer. What can I say? Apparently my company is awesome.

And to finish up, I think it's safe to say that the universe? It is out to get me. I'm back at the beginning stages of illness number FIVE for the year - the sandpaper throat, the constant swallowing, the nasal passage from hell, you know the drill. If this turns into a full blown cold, it will be the third since May. MAY.

I need a payrise, what with all these germs.

[I secretly think I still have some weird strain of the goth bug/pretend glandular fever, since they lost my blood test and I was never diagnosed with anything. Either that, or my kidlets are simply mutants. Is definitely a possibility.]