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Recently, we made up a song about Evelyn's pajamas. They have pumpkins (a.k.a. "balls") and black cats on them, and she was babbling away about the balls, and somehow we started singing "Ball-ball-ball-ball-ball-ball-ball, ball-ball-ball-ball-ball-ball-cat!" to the tune of Barbara Ann. (Take my hat, ball-ball-ball-cat!) As an aside, neither one of us knew that song was about a woman named Barbara Ann until we saw it on a TV commercial recently. I always just thought it was ba-ba-ba-etc. Anyway! I would like to tell you that this is the stickiest song ever. I have walked around singing nonsense songs about balls for days now. I would say that Carrie and Mike probably thought I was completely bonkers but honestly, they think that anyway.. just for different reasons. :)

One type of product that I have been getting oodles of for free is Glade air fresheners. I pulled out a flameless candle last week. After a few minutes, my throat was a bit irritated by it, so I turned it off. That happened when I had close contact with a plug-in of the same scent (Clean Linen) and that faded away by the next day so I was hoping this would do the same. When M came home, he started complaining about his throat, and finally, we traced it to the candle and he took it out to the sunroom and sat it on top of the bookcase, where we mostly forgot about it. It wasn't bothering either of us anymore, and though it remained off, it made the room smell nice. Fast forward a few days to when we had houseguests sleeping in the sunroom. By Saturday or so, poor Carrie was sneezing with a runny nose. She finally confessed that she thought she was allergic to something in my laundry room.. and then it clicked that hey! I am trying to kill her with chemical linen fragrance! So we removed those and she began feeling better... but not quite well. It seems that Carrie is (in addition to being allergic to my house) also a bringer of plague. M and I could tell just before bedtime on Monday that E was getting sick, and me as well. She has been fairly miserable, though (so far) not too bad, and I think she's already heading towards getting better. I was pretty crummy feeling yesterday, but I felt some better today--enough to go grocery shopping this afternoon. Neither of us are at our peak, but perhaps we're going to be better soon. Probably just in time for M to catch it.

I always get nervous about cooking for people. Everyone has different tastes and all that, so I get all fluttery and insecure. (Especially when one is preparing what is a fairly ghetto meal in the first place and then realizes that they're missing the key ingredient and that there may not be enough for everyone. Not that that happened to me or anything.) Anyway, that is really just so I could point out to Carrie that I bought jalapenos, roma tomatoes and cocoa today while shopping today. Now I need recipes, and don't you dare tell me to wait for the book! ;) I think M would really like the choolate cake thing.

I wanted to write more but since I am falling asleep at my keybaord I guess it will have tow ait. Nightienight toodles goodbye.