"It's the new school year! Let's all get deathly ill!"
Harrison is home for one more day. He seems fine except he says his throat hurts. Everyone else made it to school (it was looking iffy this morning, and I wondered how many of them would make it).
In other news: I'm addicted to mango-peach salsa. I should start a support group.
And later: I'm home from the mall and off to soccer practice. "I'm not bored! I'm quite happy! EVERYONE wants to be me!!"
And once more: If the environment wants to be saved so bad, it better start coughing up some cash and making it worth my while. I made the mistake of confessing to using paper lunch bags on my cousin's wall, and someone else was saying how bad they were for the environment and I said, "As soon as the environment forks over money to pay for lunch boxes and thermoses for five kids, I'm there" - which I meant more as a joke, but she didn't seem to find it funny.
See, this is why I don't jump off the ledge and join Greenpeace, or chain myself to a tree. These people have absolutely no sense of humor. Besides, I've already blown any chance I had of being a "good" environmentalist with my massive procreating, so anything I try is going to be too little, too late.