Well, friends, GM has hit the picket lines. Apparently, American car companies don't want to promise that they'll continue to build American cars in, uh, America. Hmmm. If we're going to be politically correct, they want you to drive Mexican-American or Chinese-American cars (some of them already are, thank you horseshit that is NAFTA). I'll keep my trap shut about how much that sucks because I think most of you would see where I'm going with it. But, if I may say so, for a country that wants to be so ingenious and independent, we really don't do anything ourselves anymore. Isn't it ironic (don'tcha think)? Now we just get to wait it out and see what comes down the poop chute to Chrysler. Grilled cheese anyone? But just half; we're rationing. HA HA HA!
Anyway, Little Diva has been going through this fever mess that's being passed around. Yuck! I HATE HATE HATE high fevers, especially at night because I'm the only one home. High fever for Little Diva = night watch duty for mom. So Saturday night I didn't sleep because hubby was at work, but he did grant me some blissful hours on Sunday morning. She was acting fine and going about her crazy toddlerness all day yesterday, but the fever reared up again at bedtime. Another agonizing night of being uncomfortable. I felt really bad for her because I know how much I hate being sick that way. I'm hoping that all is well tonight; she's been fever-free so far today.
The most important things is fever today = no playschool tomorrow. And we all know what THAT will do to mommy dearest. Oh the humanity!
Well, hausfrau has been haus-slacker today, so I must go run a paper towel over the counter so I can feel productive.