The last seven days or so have truly been a comedy of errors for me. Aside from squirrel tail trophies, desperately ill children, paper-shredder carpeting, minor vacuum fires, now I have fallen down the stairs and crashed through the wall. My dear friend EmEl took one look at the hole and said, "I just can't believe a female did that."

But Delta sent me flowers. There's something so exhilerating about having flowers delivered to the door. Ten years and four kids later, that and never saying "Why yes, as a matter of fact you are fat," is the glue of marriage.

So, now the kids are home. Ya-Ya has a raging fever and an ear infection. Must go shovel out and bring her to the doctor. It's a good thing there's no school. Today was supposed to be her first violin concert. She's have been crushed to miss that.