It's freezing and raining out, and I'm home sicker than I have been in a long time. Can somebody please call the waaaaaambulence to save me from all of my whining?

Today I plan on spending the afternoon under the covers catching up on my trashy TV, all the while throwing my own pity party until I have to pick my little boy up from school.

Why is it that when it rains, it really does pour?

P.S. We had another good report from school yesterday, I've decided that either the teachers are lying, or that my little guy really has found a way to get with the program. Let's just hope it's the latter.

P.P.S. I can't actually believe what they play on TV in the middle of the day. There is a woman on Maury who has had 8 (yes, 8!) paternity tests for her two children, and the last guy is, still, NOT the father! How is that even possible, I mean you can only essentially get pregnant 2 days a month, eww and yuck.

P.P.P.S Is it wrong that I'm jealous that she has two kids?

 (Okay, CLEARLY I'm not thinking straight with all this cold medicine coursing through my veins... I'm just going to stop typing now.)