I don't have enough in me today to join a certain Tuesday meme, but I do have a couple of things I can mention.
In both my daughters' Halloween candy collections, there was not a single Almond Joy. Not one. This is a tragedy.
There's some computer game out there called Torchlight, that I was told my husband would love. It's sort of like Diablo in case anyone cares. So I had thought, oh, maybe I'll pick it up for him for Christmas. The universe is against me though, because instead of buying a nice piece of shiny plastic in a pretty case, I would have to buy him a download. Yes, I could make him a little certificate, but that is not nearly as fun. So harumph.
I'm getting sick. I can feel it coming on. A sore throat, itchy eyes, that feeling of doom. Normally I would think "eh, what's a little cold? It's better than the Swine Flu." Except that on Friday I'm taking my youngest up to Pennsylvania to visit my 95 year-old grandpa. I'm a little worried I'll take down the nursing home while I'm up there.
The girls are in the bath right now. David is, in theory, keeping an eye on them, but from the shrieks of glee and giggles coming from the bathroom I'm guessing that he's not keeping as close an eye on them as he should.
I'd better go check on that.