So. I've been sick. Correction: I am sick. The flu or some other sort of hideous little germ has invaded my territory, and I've been doing many nasty things trying to remove it. And now, here I am typing my little heart away while on medication.

This might be an interesting post.

Or it might not, seeing as how I really have nothing to say. Usually when I have nothing to say, I avoid typing about it, but tonight, I am bored and tired and slightly off in the head, AND I CAN'T SPELL. Not being able to spell is frustrating. Every three keystrokes I have to backspace and start over.

What can I tell you about?

I could tell you about Liberty's newest bedtime routine which involves thinking up every excuse known to mankind and calling it through the bedroom door in an attempt to avoid sleeping. Tonight's excuses came like this:

"Mommy, I had a bad dream about bears and monsters. Please pray about it."

"Mommy, I'm thirsty. I need a drink please."

"Mommy, I spilled water on the floor. I need a towel please."

"Mommy, I need to go potty."

"Mommy, Mercy's hitting her sister."

For the record, Mercy's crib is across the room, and she cannot get out of it. In order for her to be hitting her sister, her sister would have to be out of her own bed and standing within a baby-arm's reach of the crib.

"Mommy, I can't find my toy doggy."

"Mommy, I miss you. I need a hug please. A really big hug."

"Mommy, can we go to church today?"

"Mommy, we're going to have a party at the library!"

Or I could tell you about... Um, about... Well, I can't think of anything riveting.

EXCEPT THAT SURVIVOR'S ON TOMORROW!!! And I will get to see it on Friday! OOOooh I can't wait!

Okay, that's enough backspacing for tonight. Sleep tight, and don't breathe in any germs.