Wonderfully Miserable

Ok, I'm miserable. My seasonal allergies, which have been left untreated this season due to Baby Clinton, have won. I am down and out and if my life depended on it I couldn't smell my way out of the garbage dump. I'll happily take out the trash this week.

So, what to do? Bury myself under heaps of Kleenex, or celebrate the best reason in the world to feel so terrible. I'll choose to be wonderfully miserable and in my spare time campaign to get rid of every mountain cedar tree in the state of Texas.

Have a great night, I'll be downstairs in the guest room so at least Kevin can get some sleep.