erg.

Another day of bleh. This cold, it is not bad, but it is like Kryptonite. It will not go away, and I so far have not found a lead safe to lock it in (abandon metaphor! abandon metaphor!) I hate feeling as cranky as my kids. Snitty. This is the perfect adjective. I have been snitty all day. Surprise! Four year olds are not so cooperative when one is snitty!

On the bright side, people are actually getting enough sleep for their bodies (stopped waking up at 6:15 and taking 1/2 hour naps) so eventually we should all catch up and stop feeling drained.

Perhaps.

Oh! And on the real bright side, I went to the thrift store today and found this juicer:

I know--it looks like a medieval torture device. But wait! It's fabulous--you press the juice out of the fruit, instead of twisting--then pour the juice out of the clever spout in one end. My mother-in-law introduced me to its wonders and I have been longing for one ever since--except it's not something you can get at Crate and Barrel.

We made grapefruit juice. Which helped both the cold and the general disposition of everyone. Hooray, juicer!