Who knew, right? I know, because that's where I've been for the past few days. I actually left work yesterday and slept the sleep of the dead. I missed BB's PTA meeting where I was supposed to buy her cold-weather sweats to wear under her uniform skirt (Bad Mom). I am back at work today, me and the 17 different kinds of cold meds I'm taking. I know I'm feeling better b/c I put the sheets in the wash. Nothing feels better than fresh, non-germy sheets after you've been sick. Am I cured? No, not by far, but I feel like I've pranked death by knocking on his door and then running away.