Swim lessons were interrupted today when a kid vomited in the pool. Yeah, but some of the moms didn't have the sense of humor about it that I did. While I was snort-laughing, there a few mamas hustling out of there with such a look of disgust I'm shocked they even have kids. I had to call my husband to tell him about the hysteria. I mean, it wasn't "Baby Ruth" frenzy, but it was so damned close.

Here's the thing, I like cold weather. No, scratch that. I like cool weather. Like 40's. Maybe an occasional dip into the 30's for The Snowing. Yesterday? The high was 17. The wind chill was 0. ZE-RO. Which, in and of itself, is not such a terrible thing, but the elementary schools? Apparently, they don't think that is good playground weather. By the time I picked my kids up from school, they were ricocheting off the walls, delirious with pent-up energy. My daughter was literally bouncing up and down in place of walking. So we get home, and obviously, mayhem ensues.

If you know me, then you have heard me quote from this website about a million times and gush, "It's like he cracked open my head and poured out its content in a funnier, more observational paragraph form."But today's post? Seriously? What more can I say?

I'm kinda over it, for now.