I promise there will be a more uplifting post later. OmegaDotter's been sick (again) this weekend. The mama-bear in me worries, and has plans to call the doc--four whopper fevers in two months just doesn't seem right to me. So she is feeling better this morning. I, on the other hand, feel like a Mack Truck has rolled over me. My neck hurts, glands are swollen, head is stuffed, and brain is fried. Bleah. What a way to start the New Year. Like I said, wah, wah, wah.

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OmegaMom has been nominated for "Best Photo Post of December" at the Order of Brilliant Bloggers for the How to Make Sugar Cookies" post at the beginning of December. Voting is open until January 5 at midnight; you have to have a Blogger account to vote (boo!), but my bud Miss Cellania says, "Hit the "get your own blog" button at the top of this page, then follow the steps. You don't have to create a blog, just dump out before hitting the "create blog" button." Thanks for the tip, Miss Cellania--I've got friends who would vote, but don't want a blog. (By the way, Miss Cellania's blog has been nominated as December's Best Comedic Blog as well.) Gotta dump a dancing banana in here for this:

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Today is the Omega's wedding anniversary. Eight years already! Shortly after midnight, Mr. OmegaMom kissed me on the nose and said, "This is how I always dreamed of spending our wedding anniversary: forcing a child to take medicine and taking a tepid bath." I sing the praises of tepid baths; it did the trick and got the fever down. I'm gonna take my aching body off, snuggle on the futon with OmegaDotter, and watch Shark Tales once again until Mr. OmegaMom comes back from his Sunday meeting, then I'm gonna go back to bed. Wah wah wah.