Rascal’s fever is GONE! HALLELUJAH! I cannot TELL YOU how excited I am. Even though he still managed to vomit all his Tempra ALL OVER me first thing this morning, he was in good spirits for most of the day (until about an hour ago when he, apparently, forgot how to fall asleep), and there has been NO FEVER to speak of — just a RIDICULOUSLY runny nose (can you say…SLIME!?)

Oh HAPPY DAY! Happy, happy day!

There’s no rash, by the way. Rascal definitely had the stomach flu, poor little guy!

Can someone please tell me what these are, by the way? They’re growing in my garden….

Are they something I can cook and eat? And, how do you propose I cook and eat them. Should I get out the CAULDRON…? (Today’s secret word: CAULDRON. I won I WON. Ahem. Severely overtired over here….)

I don’t know why I insist on telling this to THE WORLD, but I wore crocs and socks today…. I only wore them in my backyard, though, so s’okay, right?

Ermm, I ONLY wore them in the backyard, but then I took a picture and posted it on the internet…. How self-destructive AM I? Oh well. Still, I won’t wear them in public, swear it.

While I was lounging in my crocs and socks IN MY BACKYARD, I saw a fairy child….

She’s only visible to OTHERS in pictures. Like, if you came to my backyard and hung out wit’ me? You’d be able to see my crocs n’ socks, but you would NOT be able to see the fairy child. HOW-EVER, if I snap my fingers, click my heals AND wiggle my nose — all at the same time — she will appear to you.

So, come on! Stir the pot! Stir the pot! There ya go. You’re dancin’! You’re dancin’! THE RASCAL’S FEVER IS GONZO!

HALLELUJAH!

Overheard at the O-House:
Me: Goodnight, Monkey….
Monkey: C’we say our PEARS?

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