I called for you; I said, laura, laura.

This evil sore-throat-death-cold has claimed my voice. I am speaking in whispers and of course I had a ton to do today...I'm done with being sick. As it is, I had to take Morgan and Ava to the urgent after hours care because their eyes began to ooze pink eye goop. This has officially killed our trip to Utah, the girls are devastated.

The only thing getting me through the day is quoting Man Cold with Aaron. Poor little bunny thinks he is getting pink eye.

On the plus side of not going to Utah this weekend, Aaron and I plan to vote early on Friday.

Do you want the mustache on or off? Off, please. Too bad.

I have only a few days left before Aaron (and his brothers & cousins) begin growing their Thanksgiving Mustaches. I have no love for the mustache, but I respect Thanksgiving Mustache. It is a weird boy bonding thing that I won't regulate no matter how gross it is. Although, I hate kissing it; I don't like it to come in contact with my skin; it makes me claustrophobic and basically drives me crazy for a month. Just thinking about it makes me cringe. Of course, Aaron's family is coming for Thanksgiving this year; so for spite, I'm going to get Aaron's sisters to join me in Thanksgiving Armpit: longest pit hair gets the prize. Aaron welcomes the challenge, he thinks it will disgust me more than him....I don't know about that, he could be right. But I have to at least try...as it is he is joining fantasy basketball as I type--arrrrrrgh. Wish me luck.

Modern Millie sidebar: we got, watched it, and Tap-tap-tapioca was stuck in Aaron's head for at least an hour. Spitevenge accomplished.

I have an opinion...

I'm not much for girl bands, but I am loving meiko right now.

my lungs are imploding

I'm infected.

Before my throat swallows my desire to live, know this: these pretzels are making me thirsty.

you're going to get over it, and be my best man

So way back in March, I did this b-rate boy movies vs. bad romatic comedies march maddness; the winner being You, Me, & Dupree. I swore I would que this crappy movie after Aaron made me watch another truly bad b-rate boy movie. So a few weeks ago, Aaron tortured me with: In the Name of the King (A Dungeon Siege Tale) starring Jason Statham, Burt Reynolds, and Ray Liotta dressed like Liberace. It was beyond bad...Jason Statham's weapon of choice: a boomerang. So as payback, I queued You, Me & Dupree; it came yesterday. Last night we watched it and it was terrible. I hate Kate Hudson. I think it ended up being more painful for me than Aaron.

Which leads me to my next concession: Underworld is better than You, Me, & Dupree. To penalize my lack of judgement, I will not speak ill of Bruce Willis or Nick Cage for one month. It is going to be hard, but I'll try.

But to torture Aaron a bit more, I just queued to the front: Thoroughly Modern Millie starring Julie Andrews. Aaron hates this movie. It will be enough retribution for the movie and Fantasy Football. I know this is spiteful, but it makes me feel a bit better.

did you just call me a jive turkey?

yeah, today has been a rough one. I have four sick kids, which is ultra-mega-happy-fun time for their fall break. I am not loving today. Plus, we're finally finishing our backyard landscaping...but the landscapers hosed a whole section and so I have to make them fix it tomorrow. Sometimes I hate confrontation. Uhhh, I'm exhausted and I have nothing else worth mentioning right now.

the what?

I hate our bank; we currently bank at 1stBank of medieval times. I've had many issues with them since we opened the account: no drive-up teller, debit card that only works as a credit card, you have to total your own balances and do your own math because none of the tellers use computers, no receipts, etc. Crazy. But today was the deal breaker.

I splurged and took the tollway to Costco (even though sam's club is less than five minutes away). I love Costco, it is superior to Sam's in produce, products and delightfulness. So I have three kids and a loaded cart; we go through the checkout--only to find out that they don't take 1stBank debit. This is no good. Costco has an ATM, but this doesn't help me because I don't remember my pin for my crap card. So I had to leave the cart of goods, pack up the kids, find a 1st bank, do some more medieval banking and then head back to Costco with cash. They are building a Bellco near our house, as soon as it opens: we're switching.

The crazy part is: I had no idea I was this demanding of my bank needs...which granted are basic banking needs, but still.

delicious again, Peter

On a more positive note, I am a master chef...well that might be exaggerating it a bit, but I'm kinda a master chef. When I think of someone stepping to that next level of "can cook well" to "master chef," I find one main criteria: a master chef can taste a meal she didn't cook, and then replicate it at home. Carolyn's sister, I consider her a master, can do this effortlessly. I achieved this level of chef-dom tonight.

Last summer, Aaron and I went to NYC for our ten-year anniversary. While there, we went to this incredible Italian restaurant. Tonight, I replicated my pasta dish, from that place, by just using my genius. Therefore, I have become a master--which boosts my desire and confidence in entrepreneur-ing my dessert cafe: Deliciousity.

Speaking of which, and further illustrating my chef skill: I have created my own delightfully addictive pumpkin chocolate chip cookie. Sure, I improvised from a couple of recipes, but the details, that make it fabulous, are my own.

And then? No and then

Do you ever have a day where you feel like your playing Settlers and you have settlements on 6 and 8, but the only thing that seems to be rolled is that damn 11? That's how I feel today.

At least Aaron gets home tonight.

you will go to sleep or I will put you to sleep

This weekend was a rough one with the kids (kids and conference don't mix); Aaron and I spent most of it fantasizing about going to the vet and getting some tranquilizers for the kids--you know, enough to put down a cat but not a large dog. That would buy us a bit of peace.

The point is, this is what I'm gonna do

Colorado is awesome, we absolutely love it here; but Aaron and I have issues with three things:

1. Colorado's obsession with their elevation. Okay, we get it, Denver is a mile high above sea level. But is it necessary to point out the elevation of a city instead of its population. Or college kids listing their elevation instead of "go team" on their football posters. It's a bit ridiculous.
   
2. Colorado's love of the buffalo. There are cool buffalo you can see grazing in the foothills of Denver--right near Buffalo Bill's grave. But other states have buffalo, so why does Colorado revere this animal above all others? (This is rhetorical, I do not have the answer.) Whatever the reason, Colorado is a bit nuts about buffalo. Everything is buffalo this or buffalo that. Buffalo statues are everywhere. coo coo.
   
3. Bananas. I get that we have elevation and buffalo but why do these two things make bananas go bad so quickly? Bananas don't last longer than two days here. And the last bunch I bought, they were slightly greener than what I normally buy, went bad while they were still green. The bananas were green and brown--no yellow. If I make anymore banana bread the kids are going to picket.