Sick Sick Sick and a Reflection of My State of Mind

My temperature spiked to 101.9 tonight and I'm pretty much using it as an excuse to sit around internetting instead of cleaning up around the house. What is sicker: being sick, or...whatever the other choice is, you know. what? um.

Think I'll go pick up some laundry off the floor and then get back to watching the Carpet Brothers on hulu.

F(l)oo(re)d

My wife has noticed that since Buggle was born, her tolerance for dropped food has increased. I found this interesting but I didn't seriously think that the threshold of sanitariness could get much lower for an inveterate five-second-rule-stretcher such as I am. But I don't think that a year ago if someone had knocked a salad off my lap, I would have picked up every single piece of lettuce and sliced-side-down tomato off the carpet, plucked out a few balsamic cat hairs and enjoyed the salad as though nothing had happened.