If my blog has to be hijacked, I’m glad that it was by someone as mature as my four-year-old.  Who knows what my husband would have typed.

I’m convalescing today.  I have a clogged milk duct, and I feel like crap.  I didn’t manage any spontaneous acts of competence yesterday, and the weekend looks equally unpromising.

On the upside, my fridge still looks great.