Me: a Wet Sponge

I am so tie-tie. Soooo tie-tie.

With my conference over, and fall break upon us, I just want to curl up with my cuppa (cough's back! Yay! More tea.) and read a trashy novel. (Instead, I'm reading two slave narratives, which is better and more interesting but not the worthless, satisfying trash-fest of my imagination)

But we're off to a good, relaxing start. I came home tonight to find my two menfolks watching Sesame Street and walking around upstairs. I changed into a sweatshirt and slippers, gave The Pasha a bath and a bedtime kiss, and then had a steak with my husband. Not too bad.