Happy International Day of Blah.

It's confirmed. Chicken pox. I'm not supposed to go anywhere near pregnant women until the last of the spots are gone and I'm no longer contagious. Since few establishments refuse entrance to pregnant women, I'm pretty much under house arrest. Yay.


We rented 'The Book of Eli'. I didn't like it very much, although Geoff did.

I made M&M cookies. I started with 21. Before my family even got to them, this number was reduced to 19. Not my fault. I was brainwashed by Cookie Monster and the subliminal messaging of Sesame Street as a child. At least, that's my excuse.