• Turns out it's not the mold and it's not my allergies. I have bronchitis. AGAIN. I got it two years ago. What the hell? What kills me is that (unlike Nabbalicious) I get sick a couple times a year. And I always atrribute it to sinuses at first. And then it gets worse. And then I have to go to the doctor, which I hate to do. I guess I just hate admitting that I'm sick. Anyway, the point is that I eat pretty well, exercise and take vitamins and I get sick. David, who eats crap ALL THE TIME and doesn't work out, never gets sick. It's so not fair. • We have new neighbors. Mary came to visit yesterday and we had this conversation: Me: Our new neighbors are moving in. I saw their couch. It's ugly. Her: What do you mean by ugly? Me: Well, it was plaid and had a ruffly skirt. Her: Ugh. That is so wrong. Me: And it wasn't even a good plaid. Her: IS there a good plaid? And tonight, I notice that their massive spotlight is on again. You know, the one that shines right into our bedroom window. As if I need something else to keep me awake. The runny/stuffy nose, coughing and sore throat isn't quite enough. • We had lunch with the Buntings yesterday. Here's a recap of what happened while we were at their house: Abigail (from upstairs): UN-CLE DAY-VID! UN-CLE DAY-VID! Me (to David): Answer that child! Chrissy: She's just going to keep on until you answer her. David: What? Abigail: COOOME HEEEEEERE. Chrissy: Abigail, Uncle David is tired. He doesn't want to play right now. Abigail (from upstairs): Uncle David is NOT tired. Chrissy: He's sleeping! Abigail: Uncle David is NOT sleeping! UN-CLE DAY-VID! That child is too cute for her own good.