Judecorp.

Punk is cutting her last molar and (I think) some canines and she is c-r-a-b-b-y. She either wants to sleep a ton during the day and therefore not sleep at night, or she wakes up from her nap too early and then is a disaster by bedtime. Ugh. I can't wait until she has all of her teeth. Teething? Sucks.

She also was exposed 9 days ago to Hand, Foot and Mouth (Coxsackie). We thought we had dodged a bullet because she had nothing on her hands, feet, or in her mouth, but she DID have some bumps on her diaper area late last week... which apparently can be a sign. Also, she has two little blisters on her feet now. SCARED. She hasn't been to her day care since Wednesday (Thursday was Yom Kippur, Friday was my day off, then the weekend, then today was Columbus Day) and if she has to stay out for illness I will go berzerk. Berzerk, I tell you!

I had to work today because my agency was bought out by another agency who apparently does not believe in holidays. So I went to work (ugh) and my entire afternoon of clients cancelled (double ugh). My desk area has never been so clean.

My friend Morgan brought Jen and me a cake yesterday for our birthdays. YUM. I think I need to have some cake now. NOM NOM NOM.

Morgan just came to see me for my last day of work. He brought me a little thing of grocery store flowers and this thing that is absolutely going to kill me. It is called a "brownie sundae" and this is what it is:

It's a fudgy brownie with chocolate frosting, with a huge pile of whipped cream on top, with confetti sprinkles and chocolate sauce, with a cherry on top and a twizzler sticking out!

I usually avoid stuff that is filled with trans fats and I just KNOW this is positively brimming with trans fats, but holy crap it looks good.

YOM.

Morgan = <3++